#There's a mining company trying hard not to disturb it too much

[loveisinthebat]

Friend from Down Under

[skzoologist]

Who will piece me back together?

word count: ~1100

warnings: angst, hateful online comments, self-doubt and hate, comfort at the end

summary: Even the strongest fall sometimes, but there is no shame in that.

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!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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He was just browsing on his phone, as a means of winding down from a hard day of practice, before getting some much needed shut eye in. All he needed was some mindless scrolling, really; but a news article caught his eye and he quickly found himself falling down a rabbit hole of hateful threads and comments.

How he was just a visual, or how his voice was a sad attempt at copying Felix. He could ignore comments like those, he was used to them by now.

The cuts weren't deep enough to really hurt him, no, those remarks were easy to brush off. The ones that called him fake, a pretender, now those jabbed straight into his heart.

Why?

Because he hated his two-sidedness more than anyone. But he had no choice, the company gave clear instructions: keep up the icy prince play.

No matter how much he wanted to hug his Chan hyung back or accept Lee Know hyung's offered food with a smile (and offer back one in return), or how much he ached to let Changbin cling to him, along with Felix and Hyunjin. Or maybe even playfully chase around and hug the two youngest ones, when they were a bit too cheeky with their words.

He wanted to do these occasionally, even against his shy personality, but no.

He couldn't do any of these in front of a camera, in front of the eyes of the world.

His vision blurred the more he scrolled down, the words becoming unreadable, just despicable blobs of white on a dark screen. Feeling a sob clawing its way out of his chest, he tightly bit his lip and stilled his breath. If he wasn't breathing, he wouldn't disturb anyone with potential sobs; it was only logical.

Just like the comments' reasoning.

They were all true, he could not deny any of them. He was a pretender, after all and his accusations weren't like any of the other members', no.

They were true, through and through.

A knocking sound broke him out of his haze, chest shuddering as it was allowed to move again and he had to bite back a sob so hard, he thought his jaw broke.

"Bae hyung, can I borrow your mouse, please? Mine broke and I need something to play with until I can get a new one tomorrow." - the deep voice of Felix, who just invited himself in, like usual, and invaded the room, gently bouncing off its muted walls.

It never bothered Bae before, when the others invited themselves in, but did he regret it at that moment.

"Sure, you know where it is." - he answered, voice a bit muffled as he was turned away from the door and his guest, face only half hidden in the pillow to not seem too suspicious. Maybe Felix wouldn't notice and think he was just tired. God, he hoped so.

He intently listened to the younger's enthusiastic 'Thanks' and shuffling noises, as he was trying to get his desired object in the dark.

It was suffocating, quite literally, to wait in silence. His chest felt like it wanted to combust, the urge to let out the sobs crawling up his throat almost winning.

A curse left the younger's lips, a question he didn't quite catch hanging in the air. He wanted to say a simple 'Sure', but instead a quiet, pathetic sound left his lips and the air stilled. His fists tightened around the sheets, chest feeling tighter than ever.

"...Hyung, what's wrong?"

He broke, that disgusting sob rattling his whole ribcage as it finally ran free, leaving destruction in its wake.

The bed dipped as a new body joined his, gentle hands guiding his body into a comforting hold. Hands immediately clasped onto Felix's pyjama shirt desperately and he could feel the boy's tense form.

He knew the younger wanted to ask questions, to get answers and to try and help, but he couldn't answer. His throat was unable to form anything besides soft whines and sobs, no matter how many times he tried to form a single word. Felix seemed to have noticed, because he merely continued running gentle fingers through Bae's long hair, slightly rocking them side to side.

Soft vibrations left the freckled boy's chest as he hummed, knowing the older well enough that he enjoyed them. It was a desperate attempt to calm him down, one that worked, even as the younger boy's own voice choked up sometimes, unable to hide the freshly shedded tears anymore.

Felix was always very empathetic and soft, breaking out in tears whenever someone cried.

Bae slightly lifted his head, the gentle motions in his hair stopping and giving him space to move. He looked up at the crying boy in front of him and wiped the flowing tears away, a wobbly smile forming on his own face.

"Thank you, Lixie, but don't waste your tears on me." "It's not a waste! You were, are, still crying, Dal hyung! You, who always puts up a strong front for us all. You said it yourself to us at an award show, that crying is not a sign of weakness. So please, hyung, tell me what caused this and let me help you!"

It all bubbled up out of the boy, taking the older by surprise.

Was that really how they saw him, someone dependable?

Another, now adoration-filled sob broke through his chest (god, and he thought he finally calmed down enough); the real cause, the comments, the threads all stumbling out of his mouth.

A part of him unravelled in front of the boy, an inevitable thing, really.

But it was fine.

Felix was there to pick his parts up and slowly, but steadily put him back together.

"When you first hugged me back on stage years ago, you made me the happiest person that week. And when you started initiating simple touches with us we were all so proud. What does it matter what the company wants? Changbinnie hyung is right, you shouldn't care about it. If you want to behave like that for yourself, then by all means, that's fine. Lee Know hyung isn't a touchy person either, yet we love him all the same and he loves us in return. Dal hyung… be who you want to be. For yourself."

Silence followed the heartfelt speech, only quiet sniffles breaking it occasionally from both occupants of the room. There was no real need for an answer, the weight of the words heavy to bear.

Felix just took Bae’s vulnerable form in his hold once again, his real objective long forgotten as he comforted one of his hyungs.

It would all be fine.

He would be fine.

[undead-merman]

Grootslang Belphegor and Diavolo as yanderes with GN-Reader SFW

Belphegor

Appearance 

Grootslangs are a dangerous and rare creature. So being able to see one is a miracle, but living to tell the tale is near impossible. And Belphegor is one who is happy to continue that trend.

 Standing at eight feet tall and with many features like a naga, Grootslangs have scales all over their skin, Belphegor’s are a deep purplish gray. With patches over his back, arms and legs, he has ventral scales from under his chin down to his crotch. 

The most noticeable feature is the fin crest that goes from a human’s ears should be, and connects down at their shoulders. The membrane stretched between them is a bright violet standing out against the colors of his home. 

His mouth is filled with sharp teeth and a set of fangs that are orc-like, the bottom set of tusks are long and curved upward while the top are like snake fangs. They can produce a vile venom that’s more acidic than venom melting even through rock and diamond. 

His arms and legs are covered in thick scales and tipped with fang-like claws that cure just like his own snake fangs. 

And his tail is much like a snake in itself with a maw at the end capable of pinning prey down and holding it so the rest of his body is free. The tail is also capable of producing venom it cannot chew or eat.      

Life in the bottomless cave

Belphegor lives deep in a cave that is claimed to be bottomless. It used to be filled with workers mining diamonds before he ate or melted enough. Their constant picking and hitting stone was much too loud on his ears, it disturbed his sleep far too much. Honestly he should have eaten them sooner. 

His home is large and contains many of its own ecosystems which he chooses his prey from, including bats, other monsters, those delicious fish with no eyes. He has his favorites. Though he doesn’t go outside to hunt. He could but he has everything he needs in his home, and it's just fine with him.

He doesn’t do much besides eat and sleep, every once in a while when something wonders in he watches them, and when he gets tired of them he hunts and eats them, maybe flinging venom at them if they annoy him. He’s content with his life, he doesn’t want anything more than what he already has and he doesn’t wish for more either.      

Spending time with you

He finds you being tossed inside, he can hear the villagers arguing with you and when he sees you bound and with basic scraps of clothing he knows an exile when he sees one. 

He's entertained watching the three try to block you from leaving and he's even more surprised when you manage to break your ties and grab one of their weapons and beat them before the other drives you deeper inside. He likes the spit fire. 

And he adores it even more that when you run into him you still try to fight him with the gusto you fought your friends with. He can smell the fear. He can tell you know what he is. But you still fight. He loves it, it's almost cute. Plus you are attractive, and that's an added bonus. So he snaps your weapons and takes you. 

He doesn't care how much you struggle. He'll just hold you until you tire yourself out, maybe even sleep with you, pinning you against his body. 

It's like having a cat. So aggressive but you get all sweet when you're hungry. He likes having you beg for it, force you to give him affection or starve. He loves that look in your eyes when you're ready to just give up your pride for some uncooked fish. 

He comes to really enjoy the company. When he's not tormenting you and he gets to see your real personality he finds himself flushing at the difference. 

Still he'll provide more and more luxuries. Maybe something for you to wear that's not scraps. There's some animals with nice hides down here. He'll even get stuff so you can build a fire. But he won't let you have it too much since he likes having you rely on him for warmth. It's the best since he only releases some heat so you cuddle hard against him to take in as much as you can. 

Dark tendencies 

He likes to toy with you, to him you’re an enjoyable little plaything that has nowhere else to go, so you're forced to play his game to live. Plus you've been the only interesting thing around for eons, he’s not going to let you go just to go back to being bored. 

When you get ahead, finding a way to make clothes for yourself, he tears them on ‘accident’. When you find food, he tosses it away. When you make yourself a place to sleep he dissolves it. He wants you to be dependent on him in every single way. 

He likes sleeping with you, dragging you onto his chest if you're good, or coiling you in his tail when you annoy him. You’re his little toy to nap with. 

There are moments where if you please him, he might even let you see the sun. Humans can get sick if they don’t see it and he doesn’t want you to get sick or anything like that. So if you’re extra good for him he’ll take you out to enjoy the sunshine. He never thought that he’d come out here just for some human, but it is what it is. Try to run though? He’ll make sure you can’t for weeks after.    

Diavolo

Appearance

Diavolo is a legendary beast, some claim he’s the first grootslang as his size compared to the other dwarfs them. He stands a mighty twenty feet tall and is more than capable of crushing other grootslang under his claws. 

He’s described as bursting from the earth itself as his scales are like cooling magma and volcanic glass. 

His crest fin is a ruby red, large and almost hypnotizing to look at. Though perhaps that's the beauty in such deadly creatures, how they can have the most beautiful features but seeing those can result in an untimely and gruesome death.

His teeth are long and an onyx black, his bones are all black and his teeth reflect that. His venom is just as deadly as the others capable of melting most anything it comes in contact with.

His claws are capable of piercing skulls and he doesn’t even need the grip straight behind it, they are simply long and sharp enough to do so. His tail can even pick up humans and snap them in half.       

The original beast 

The gods who created him feared him, and had taken his kin and ripped them apart before his very eyes, they made them into beasts that were shells of their former selves, empty eyes that would look at him without a hint of recognition other than fear that he may devour them. 

He’s hidden from the gods below the crust of the earth, fearing what they might do if they find him. He’s thought about raging war, but what was the point if everyone else was gone? So instead he lived on for them.

The insides of the earth are lonely, fantastical, but treacherous and lonely. You must be cruel to survive, lucky he’s strong enough to be as cruel as some have to be. 

He’s made himself a nest with things that end up down here and he’s learned of humans through their strange items, he’s become slightly obsessed, he’s found books and nothing about them says they can be strong, flat teeth and claws yet he’s seen them advance overtime.    

Spending time with you

He's not sure how you ended up falling so deep and still survived with no broken bones. He has seen his fair share of human bodys who have fallen, you sure are a lucky one but you looked like a drowned little rat.

Depending on how you react he can really just fall head over heels for you, should you be curious about him he’s flushing and laughing. He never thought another creature would care to know about the remnants of a creature long forgotten by time and the world. 

If you're scared he understands, everything is, and tries his best to help calm you down and figure out what happened. You were hiking with your friends when they had found this place that seemed to go into nowhere, there was a small waterfall going in there and they were curious, you slipped and not sure how you ended up here. He’s not even sure where you came from. 

He’ll take you under his wing until he can find you a way back home. 

He finds a space that you can have that will keep you safe and warm as well as give you privacy. He even helps you fill it with stuff he’s found, old tables and chairs, even a sleeping bag or two. He'll do his best to help you out. 

But he also studies you. Depending on how comfortable you are with him he might study you from a distance to see how your kind survived for so long. Looking at the way you carry yourself, eat, sleep and what not. But if you're fine with him he happily plays with your limbs and looks over you. He's still blown away at the fact that you have nothing to defend yourself. Even your skin is soft. Though maybe you use cuteness to fight off your predators?

He asked you a lot about the outside world and you could tell he missed it. When you talk about the trees or the sky he seems to long for it, and hangs off your every word. If you ask he just shakes his head.

Most of the time he’s off trying to find your way back to the surface but as time goes along he starts spending much more time with you, even showing you some of the wonderful places down here, underground waterfalls and lakes, caverns full of gemstones, and even showing you creatures you would have thought came from another planet.    

Dark tendencies 

As he grew closer and closer with you he came to the realization that he doesn’t want you to go. He liked you, no he loved you. That’s the only way he could explain his need to be with you all the time. 

So he stops looking, sometimes hiding away to just watch you pretending to be helping when he’s really just watching you sleep or fiddle with that phone that’s been dead for so long. 

He also spoils you as much as he can so you don’t want to leave him either, he smothers you with affection, soft kisses where you’ll allow and hold and hug you for as long as he can, trying not to crush your tiny body. 

He actively tries to sabotage finding you way home, locking down cavern trails, gaslighting you when you take your own paths. He wants to keep you but doesn't want to scare you, so he’ll just let you lose hope. Don’t worry he’ll always comfort you when you get scared or frustrated. 

He’ll wait as long as he has to to make sure you realize that he’s the best, he'll take care of you for the rest of your life, or if he can manage, your bloodline for generations to come, if he can find them.. Or have them. 

[glitterhartslittleuniverse]

Lumina Friendships: Tomorrow X Together

Choi Soobin

The friend who’s protective.

If there’s anyone who acts like Lumina’s big brother the most, it’s Soobin.

If they’re both at an award show or event he will always keep an eye on her. Even though he isn’t her leader he feels slightly responsible for her. Lumina doesn’t have group mates to keep her company so he tries to make sure she’s okay and comfortable by herself.

She’s so grateful for him. It’s hard being a soloist, she only hangs out with staff when she’s working but knowing he’s always around makes her feel reassured.

She really looks up to him like her older brother. He knows this, he would never do anything to break her trust. 

Choi Yeonjun

The friend who always teases.

Literally can’t see each other without teasing one another, but it all comes from love and affection. 

He will tickle her, mess up her hair or just do anything to try and annoy her, but she can never be mad at him and he can never be mad at her no matter what she does to disturb him.  

Even though they’re like cat and mouse running circles around each other Yeonjun will drop everything to comfort her the moment something’s wrong.

His one and only little sister, if she’s sad he’s sad too.

Choi Beomgyu

The friend who feels like home.

He doesn’t tease her as much as he does his members but they both tease them together (especially poor Yeonjun).

Super playful when they’re together, Beomgyu is one of her favorite people to hang out with.

Her human battery. She will seek him out simply for a hug when she’s tired and she gets more energy. 

He’s really caring and thoughtful towards her. She will never feel lonely while he’s around. 

Kang Taehyun

The friend who always listens.

These two don’t interact as much as others but they’re closer then you may think.

She finds Taehyun a very comforting person to talk to. He gives good advice and listens without judgment. 

Buys her chocolate milk sometimes because he knows how much she likes it. It’s his way of supporting her. 

He may or may not cook extra food just for her. He likes hearing her opinion on his food. Maybe she’ll teach him to bake her famous cookies one day.

Huening Kai

The friend who’s always there.

The softest/craziest bestie duo. 

No one can make her laugh like Kai can. He really just has to look at her a certain way and she’s gone.

Always the first to hug her out of the members. Will hug her extra long to annoy the others who are waiting to hug their little sister too. (cue Gyu whining “she’s mine too, let her go”)

Gives her one of his plushies on days she’s lonely. She takes it with her on her schedules, it doesn’t leave her side until she gives it back to it’s rightful owner. She’s so grateful whenever he does this, she knows how much he loves his plush toys. She’s so touched and it gives her comfort during a long day of work. 

[korereapers]

Title: Just food for thought

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons

Pairings: Up to your intepretation

Tags: Character study, homoeroticism (also interspecies!)

AO3

It starts as usual, but it’s never not unnerving.

Ohmrom opens his amber eyes, blinking slowly, trying to breathe and calm. The fuck. Down. There is someone looking, because there always is. The campfire seems to have died down not so long ago, so he knows it’s the middle of the night and there is someone disturbing his sleep again.

“What do you want now?” he asks, and he doesn’t sound angry, just exasperated. It’s almost a whine, so exhausted, the grin that he feels curling everywhere in his body and mind making him shiver.

“Me? Oh, dear,” Barkilara’s voice complains, soft and velvety, not without its usual edge of danger. “A little talk, with my favorite host. Is that too much to ask for?”

It’s not too… irrational. After all, the god is living in his body. Ohmrom supposes he is the only company he has, his only way of interacting with the world at the moment. Still, there are things that Ohmrom finds… hard to accept.

“You know that my loyalty belongs to Onir, right?”

He feels a sting inside his chest, and he knows it doesn’t belong to him. He recognizes the feeling.

Jealousy.

“Is he here, though?”

Ohmron would smile at his little victory if his body wasn’t utterly paralyzed. He feels something on his chin, his jaw. Maybe a hand, maybe a claw, maybe nothing like that, holding him, not because it needs to, but because it wants to.

“I’m not asking for loyalty, Ohmrom. I’m just asking for respect.”

“Respect? I have to give you blood, or-”

“And I am lenient with my payment. Not that a good soldier like you has ever been late.”

Ohmrom wants to say he is not a soldier. That he is a man of faith, that he hates resorting to violence. And it’s technically true, but…

“I watch your back. You watch mine. As simple as that. Sounds like a good arrangement to me.”

“You do interact with other people too, sometimes. I have seen you get into people’s heads.”

There is a laugh, somewhere, and digits idly play with Ohmrom’s beard. His face feels a little hotter, somehow, and he is aware that the god knows exactly what he is doing.

“Aw, don’t be jealous. I have to take my fun somewhere else, too, sometimes.”

“I’m not-”

“Look, I’m just saying. Worship is boring as hell. And you and I have more in common than you think.”

Ohmrom doesn’t think so. He just wants a peaceful life, with someone he loves, in a place he enjoys living in. Barkilara… well, Barkilara is a god of war.

“There is no conflict without peace, no peace without conflict, mortal.”

Ohmrom’s eyes are wet, his face a little red with so many bottled up emotions that they threaten to make him blow up.

“I can be good for you. And you can be good for me,” he feels the mischievous smile so close to his ear it gives him goosebumps. He isn’t sure if it’s the good kind, or the bad kind. “You know.”

“I really don’t,” he lies miserably, but no matter how good he is at lying, he can’t do it against a being that just knows. A laugh reverberates inside of him, everywhere, making him vibrate from head to toe.

“But would you like to know? For me to teach you?”

The “yes” he mutters is soft, almost inaudible. No hesitation, despite the moral conflict. Barkilara smiles, softly caressing his cheek. Or at least, Ohmrom believes he is.

“I already like you more than the previous host I had. The one you killed, remember? Those were fun times.”

Ohmrom lets out a sound, somewhere between a sigh and a growl, and closes his eyes. Barkilara is still laughing when he finally falls asleep again, his body heavy and his mind uneasy.

[thenerdthatwrites]

Chapter Synopsis; In what was supposed to be a peaceful day down at the lake for Kaitlyn and Jameson, it takes a turn when Sybil shows up.

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12 / part 13 / part 14 / part 15 / part 16 / part 17 / part 18 / part 19 / part 20 / part 21 / part 22 / part 23 / part 24 / part 25 / part 26 / part 27 / part 28 / part ...

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Lakeside Picnics With a Dose of Blackmail

27th June 

Ever since I told Father about his nearing death, I have been regretting it. Not because Father was living in constant fear of death, no, he was just trying to hurry me on the process of trying to find a male in the kingdom I would actually want to marry.

On this supposed fine day though, I had managed to sneak out of the Castle to the lake where I found Jameson waiting for me with a small picnic set up and ready.

For a while we sat and enjoyed each other's company in silence as we ate our food, occasionally glancing over at the path leading down here to see if anyone was coming, but other than that it was peaceful.

For a while, it was like that, peaceful. I think when it stopped being that was when I spoke up about what was happening in the Castle.

“My Father is worrying about his death more,” I say as I adjust my position slightly against Jameson’s chest where I lay, “I heard him muttering about how I couldn’t pick a husband and that it would be too late and he would’ve passed by the time that I had made my decision. I’m getting to the point where I should just say that I should just get ruling lessons now and pick a husband later.”

“So you think we should tell him?” Jameson replies as he starts to comb his fingers through my hair.

“No, I’m thinking that Alice or Xander will tell my Father and we escape to go live somewhere else,” I say as Jameson laughs as I feel it rattle through his chest.

“Good idea, but I don’t think your sister or Xander would like the idea of possibly being killed,” Jameson says and it was my turn to laugh now at his comment.

So, for a while after that, we lay there and discussed options on how we could ever get married and have kids because well, the voices said so and they’re like a prophecy when they speak. Soon enough though, the idealistic serenity of the lake was disturbed by the sister I truly didn’t want to see, especially in my current state.

“Sybil!” I yell as I see her after she tapped me on the shoulder.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? The Blacksmith’s boy and my sister. Two people that would most certainly be in massive trouble if I told Father how I found you both. Especially with a little exaggeration on my part,” Sybil said as a hard look grew on Jameson’s face, meanwhile, mine showed a more frightened one as Sybil was talking.

“Sybil please,” I managed to get out as my chest was starting to feel tight, a panic setting in.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to be that kind, would I?” Sybil said, and I was about to reply before Jameson butted in.

“Miss Sybil, you may think you can ruin our lives, but the world doesn’t always revolve around you,” He says as I take a step back as Sybil steps towards me.

“Now, I may know this, but considering what I’ve found, I’m going to make you bitches pay, and try and take the throne myself since stupid Alice clearly doesn’t want it,” Sybil said, pushing me further and further back as she spoke, so much so, I was slowly walking into the water of the lake “So, if you’ll let me speak a tad more, I have an offer for you.”

“What is it?” I ask as Sybil prods my chest.

“Well, that will be that you give up the throne when it becomes time, or maybe change something so I get more money and dresses and men! But, well, if you don’t apply to what I ask, I might just go back up to the Castle, find Father and tell him you’ve been dating the Blacksmith’s boy,” Sybil says as we both walk further into the water.

“You fucking bitch!” I yell as I slap Sybil, straight across the jaw. But she just turns and smiles at me like a complete psychopath.

“You wouldn’t do that if I were you, because well, I could add some extra little things to my tale to get you banished from the kingdom for sure,” She says with a sickly sweet smile that would want to make you vomit from the sight “And well, that wouldn’t be great and I’m sure that would tip you over. The. Edge.”

And with that final word, Sybil shoved me into the water and scampered back out as Jameson rushed in to help me up.

We both heard a wicked laugh from the shore, and sure enough, it was Sybil laughing at us with a sly look on her face.

“Now, look at this, isn’t this nice. Now I don’t think you agreed to what I asked, so I’m just going to go up to the Castle and tell Father about this little ‘arrangement’,” Sybil said and then started to walk off, before turning as I called out her name.

“Sybil!” I called out as I got up, Jameson helping me to shore as I’d injured my leg with a minor cut when Sybil pushed me over.

“Yes!” She, so sweetly called out after and began to walk back towards Jameson and me.

“I’ll tell him,” I say, a strong, invincible look, making its way onto my face.

“Tell who what?” Sybil said, her goody-two-shoes facade still intact.

“I’m going to tell Father about Jameson and I. Our romantic relationship.”

“WHAT!”

“WHAT!”

I heard both on either side of me and for once, I saw Sybil’s golden child act slip and her real colours come out.

 A hand from behind grabbed me and then my face was cupped by Jameson’s soft hands as he started to speak.

“Darling, we talked about this. We said that we wouldn’t tell unless we had a full-proof plan,” Jameson said, a worry-filled look on his face as he spoke. 

“I know we spoke about it, but this is a lose-lose situation for us, and we can’t have this if it won’t win us anything,” I reply as I then turn to face Sybil, her face still looking like it had been hit by a bus.

“You can’t do that! You-” Sybil started to say as she yelled at me for what I was going to do, as I knew it would ruin her whole plan in life.

To ruin mine.

But I cut her off.

“Yes, yes I can. And I bloody well will Sybil,” I said as my face contorted to one that held a look of almost serenity, even though inside, I felt like a champion. Fighting Sybil at her own game, and I had finally won “I thought this was what you wanted. For me to tell Father about my relationship, or was it to give up the crown. Both I’ll do when I say about my relationship. So there you go, you win. I hope you’re fucking happy.” 

I then turn, grab Jameson’s arm and the picnic basket and then drag him back to the Castle as I prepare myself to tell my Father that I had been in a relationship with a boy he didn’t approve of.

[pinkiewitchcraft]

“Nobody Cares About You”

I think it’s extremely sad that so many people try so hard to convince you that the world is so cruel and evil, and nobody cares about you… it just shows that they operate from a place of hurt and fear, and attempt to cope with these feelings by generalizing a whole entire population of people they don’t even know. And when they realize that there are people who do, in fact, care about you, and want to be in your life, and enjoy your company, and not because they want something from you, it blows their mind…

It’s really sad that pessimism is often mistaken for realism.

As a child, I refused to believe in this idea that everyone was out to get me, that nobody cared about me, and that everyone had bad intentions, because it just seemed so damn unreal and unbelievable, especially as someone who inherently cares about other people, and wants to see them thrive. I refused to believe that. I refuse to believe that.

And even when I eventually fell into a pessimistic spiral of anger and hurt, there was still something inside of me that refused to believe that everyone was evil. I wanted to see people who cared.

And that was me. I care about people. Which means that there are people who care out there, and I’ve met one of them, aka an online friend of mine who I visited for the first time in 2021, and who was willing to waste all her damn money on me just because she cared that much about me, and wanted to see me happy.

She, and another friend of mine, were also the ones who comforted me constantly and reminded me of my worth, while those who told me “nobody cares about you, the world is dangerous” while claiming I should trust them, were the ones being abusive, and putting me in dangerous situations.

They are half of the reason why I’m even still alive, whereas those who told me “nobody cares about you, the world is dangerous” while claiming I should trust them, once again, made me feel like I wasn’t even a person, that I didn’t deserve to live, that I was a burden, that I was “too much”, that my very existence wasn’t wanted.

Now, I’m not saying that you should trust every single person on the internet. Obviously you shouldn’t, my experience is my own, and it is unique, and not everyone is able to find genuine friendships, which very much disturbs me, but to say “nobody cares about you, the world is dangerous” is a complete lie, and I’m compelled to not trust anyone who says this.

Because for those who often say this, many, as I’ve said before, say this out of genuine hurt and fear, but there are also those who are the ones doing what they claim everyone else is doing, believing that everyone is like them. That everyone is as horrible and empty as they are.

And if “nobody cares about people”, then I guess my name is Nobody then.

Never believe anyone who says “nobody cares about you”. Because that is not true. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here right now talking about any of this.

[xtruss]

People take part in a first National Day for Truth and Reconciliation event in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, on 30 September 2021. Photograph: Xinhua/Rex/Shutterstock

Landmark Deals Give Indigenous Key Role in Canada Resource Projects! YQT Community Signs Unprecedented Agreement with Coal Company Giving Indigenous Leadership ‘Veto’ on Proposed Project

Leyland Cecco in Toronto | Sunday 22 January 2023

Two landmark deals in western Canada could reshape the role of Indigenous nations in resource development projects, placing greater power in the hands of groups that have long been excluded and signalling a possible shift in how industry and governments negotiate with communities on the frontlines of environmental degradation.

In recent years, a string of fierce battles over pipelines have put a spotlight on the fractious nature of resource extraction projects, often pitting First Nations communities against powerful companies.

But this week the Yaq̓it ʔa·knuqⱡi ‘it (YQT), a community in south-eastern British Columbia, signed an unprecedented agreement with the mining company NWP Coal Canada that would give Indigenous leadership a “veto” over the proposed project, dramatically reshaping the power Indigenous nations have over their territory.

Under the deal, the YQT will become the “regulator and reviewer” of the proposed C$400m (US$300m) Crown Mountain project.

“For too long, Indigenous nations have not been brought to the table in decision-making directly affecting our rights and interests,” Chief Heidi Gravelle said in a statement, adding that her community would finally have the change to regulate projects in their own territory.

“We see this as the right thing to do – treating the Indigenous title holders as governments and taking their word seriously,” said Dave Baines, director of project development at NWP, who pointed to dissatisfaction in communities who felt they were inadequately consulted or promises were broken.

“Industry likes to do what has worked in the past rather than try new things. But sometimes you have to not do what’s been done before and make that change.”

With past projects across the country at times facing criticism for a lack of meaningful consultation, Baines said the decision also makes good business sense.

“We’re watching projects get rejected they’re not in alignment with the Indigenous peoples in the area. Is it a bigger risk for us to formally accept them as a regulator and to work with them to get to a yes? Or is it a bigger risk to do the same old thing and possibly face a lawsuit down the road?”

The proposed metallurgical coal mine would open in 2025 if approved by both federal and provincial regulators.

The region is currently the site of coking coalmines with a poor environmental track record: in March, a provincial court fined Teck Resources C$60m after its Fording River and Greenhills operations polluted local waterways with selenium. Other mines have been proposed but faced stiff opposition.

In her statement, Gravelle said the company had committed to a “consent-based environmental assessment”, meaning NWP would require YQT’s permission for the project to move ahead, as well as oversight of the project through the mine’s expected lifespan and remediation efforts.

“Getting a permit for a project is like a marriage: the hard work isn’t standing up in front of the minister, it’s the next 30 years living in each other’s pockets,” said Baines. If we’re going to work with these nations … it’s a journey together. It’s not a single approval.”

In recent years, Indigenous leadership in western Canada have advocated for a greater say in – or even full control over – resource projects that affect their territory.

The deal comes as the Blueberry River First Nations, a community 1,200km away, announced its own historic agreement with the province of British Columbia. In landscape scarred by a relentless push for new industrial development, the deal would see new protections for wildlife, a halt to logging in old-growth forests, new compensation for the community. Any new resource extraction projects will be limited in how much land they can disturb.

“For a long time, First Nations were put aside, not engaged with or listen to,” Chief Judy Desjarlais told reporters as she and the premier announced the deal. “Today marks a new direction. First Nations will be participants in all stages of development. Blueberry now has a say every step of the way.”

The provincial government has also agreed to establish a C$200m restoration fund by to support “healing” of the land from years of industrial disturbance.

In 2021, the British Columbia supreme court sided with Blueberry River, finding the province had violated the nation’s treaty rights by allowing fossil fuel development in the region that had prevented the nation from being able to live off the land.

More deals on revenue sharing and land rehabilitation between the provincial government and First Nations are expected in the coming days.

The First Nations Who Live Along the Yukon River are Taking Salmon Conservation into Their Own Hands

Seascape: The State of Our Oceans: ‘A Soul Wound’: A First Nation built its culture around salmon. Now they have to fly it in frozen

As Chinook Numbers Migrating to Canada fall 95% to Record Lows, Communities are Resorting to Importing Fish to Keep Their Traditions Alive

— By Genesee Keevil in Little Salmon Carmacks First Nation. Photographs By Peter Mather

In late summer every year, when buckbrush on the mountains turns yellow and the soapberries grow soft and translucent, families from Little Salmon Carmacks First Nation gather at the mouth of Tatchun creek to fish for their namesake.

The creek itself, in Canada’s far-flung Yukon territory, is named after the fin on a salmon’s back that sticks out of the water as the fish fights its way upstream. Tatchun empties into the Yukon River, home to the world’s longest run of chinook salmon. Elders say the fish used to be so plentiful they could have walked across the water on their backs.

But when Yukon First Nations gathered at Tatchun this summer, it wasn’t to fish. It was, in the words of the Little Salmon Carmacks chief, Nicole Tom, to “call the salmon back”.

A sacred fire burned and there was traditional dancing, drumming, prayers and a feast. “It is very traditional that you make a big pot of fish soup and share the first salmon,” says Tom.

Only now, there is no first salmon. Instead, they had to boil a frozen one, shipped in from Alaska.

The Yukon River’s salmon runs, once abundant with fish, have declined by a catastrophic 95%

This year marks the lowest run of chinook ever recorded in the Yukon River – down a catastrophic 95% from previous levels, according to experts. Communities throughout the Yukon that have the fish at the heart of their culture are relying on expensive frozen salmon.

Many here fear an integral part of their traditional lifestyle and spiritual identity is about to disappear for ever. “Our name, culture, language, ways of knowing and doing, our intergenerational teaching, storytelling, ceremony – everything surrounds salmon,” says Tom. “Even our vitamins.”

“I Can’t Imagine a World Without Salmon. To Me, That is Unimaginable Poverty, of the Ecosystem, of Culture, of Spirit.” — James MacDonald

As many as 450,000 chinook once entered the mouth of the Yukon River each summer, after spending five years in the Bering Sea, says Teslin Tlingit elder Carl Sidney, who attended the Tatchun salmon ceremony. Once in the river, salmon stop eating and rely on their fat reserves to get them through one of the longest, most formidable freshwater migrations on the planet. The Yukon River stretches 3,200km (2,000 miles) across Alaska, into the Yukon territory and south to its headwaters. About 200,000 chinook would push upriver to Canada each year, darting past predators and fishing nets to spawn in the streams where they once hatched.

Then, after dwindling for decades, salmon stocks suddenly plummeted. Last year, little more than 32,000 chinook made it upriver to Canada. This year, it was fewer than 12,000. No one knows precisely what caused the crash, though a number of factors are likely at play, from problems in the ocean, including commercial overfishing and bycatch, to climate breakdown, disease and competition from hatchery fish.

The Estimated Number of Canadian Chinook Salmon in the Yukon River fell to 32,970 in 2021. Guardian Graphic. Source: Alaska Department of Fish and Game

The impact of growing up without salmon is affecting a whole generation, says Sidney. As a boy, his family caught 100lb (45kg) chinook that weighed twice as much as he did. In a week, they’d harvest enough fish to feed five families for a year. “I was pretty much raised on the land, by the land, and salmon were one of the staple diets of our people.”

Carl Sidney (facing camera, check shirt) at the ceremony ‘To Call The Salmon Back’

Sidney’s people still rely on salmon, even though it’s flown in. His First Nation has set up workshops to teach young people traditional ways of cutting and drying salmon. Other Yukon First Nations are even trying to keep fish camps alive using frozen salmon, but it’s not the same, he says.

As chinook numbers have declined, many local families have turned to plentiful chum salmon for sustenance – a fish that was historically used to feed dog teams. “We’ve been working to change the perception of chum,” says David Curtis, a fisher based in Dawson City.

Now, chum numbers are also plummeting. This year’s run is the second lowest on record, surpassed only in 2021. “This is red-alert time,” says Curtis. “This is not just about human needs; it’s about the whole ecosystem and the nutrients from the salmon that go to the bears, wolves, trees, berry plants – the whole riparian zone.”

Annual fish camps were part of the Teslin Tlingit culture, where enough salmon would be caught, filleted and hung from poles ‘Like Drying Laundry’

“I am living through the extirpation of these species,” says the Yukon Salmon Subcommittee chair, James MacDonald. “In my lifetime, I can see that happening.” MacDonald has photos of himself as a little boy holding 42lb salmon at his family’s fish camp. He can’t recall the last time he fished.

“We’ve got all these resources for salmon,” says MacDonald, who sits on the Yukon River Panel, established to co-manage salmon under the Pacific salmon treaty’s Yukon River salmon agreement. “We’ve got a treaty to prescribe how we are going to manage salmon, and what we can expect for salmon returns – we just don’t have any salmon.”

Guardian Graphic! Chinook Salmon Migrate 3,200km up the Yukon River from Alaska to Canada

Until recently, Alaska��s commercial fisheries, as well as subsistence fishers along the Yukon River, harvested unlimited numbers of chinook destined for Yukon spawning grounds. “They were so bountiful we never considered net-size restrictions, or windows of when to fish or not fish, or how many fish you could take,” says MacDonald.

A moratorium on Yukon River chinook fishing was finally put in place in 2021. Many believe it is too little, too late. “We could have pumped the brakes a lot sooner,” says MacDonald. “It’s no longer about conservation. We are fighting for survival of these species.”

Still, he isn’t giving up hope. Some Yukon First Nations have started in-stream incubation programmes and are considering fully fledged egg-rearing facilities, as well as hatcheries. Hatchery salmon are not the same as wild stocks, but it it better than nothing, he says. “I just can’t imagine a world without salmon. To me, that is unimaginable poverty. It’s a poverty of the ecosystem; it’s a poverty of culture; it’s a poverty of spirit.”

Despite the moratorium, chinook destined for the Yukon are still being caught as bycatch. In 2021, pollack fisheries in the Bering Sea and Aleutian Islands caught more than half a million chum and chinook. Bycatch has always occurred, but with runs so critically low it could now have a biological effect, says Holly Carroll, an Alaska biologist and manager of the Yukon River federal subsistence fisheries.

She doesn’t blame bycatch alone. Overfishing, as well as commercial fisheries’ practice of catching the largest and most fertile females, has resulted in smaller chinook that lay fewer eggs and have lower reproductive success.

The Yukon River stretches 2,000 miles across Alaska, into the Yukon Territory

Climate breakdown, too, is causing marine heatwaves and algae blooms in the Bering Sea, affecting salmon and their marine food web. The Yukon River’s average temperature is increasing and salmon do not do well in warm water, says Carroll. Fluctuating river levels and turbidity from higher than normal snowpack, melting glaciers and permafrost are messing with salmon migration. There has been a resurgence of a parasite called ichthyophonus, which is fatal for fish, while pollutants and invasive species are all playing a role.

Across the Pacific as a whole, commercial fisheries harvest close to 2m tonnes of salmon and steelhead annually – the equivalent weight of six Empire State Buildings – while in Alaska’s Bristol Bay, fishers broke records this summer, harvesting 46.6 million sockeye salmon.

“We have original agreements with the salmon,” Tom says. “Before land-claim agreements, our first agreements were with the animals, the land, the plants, the trees, the air and the water. If we look after and respect them, they will look after and respect us.”

Indeed, First Nations along the river used to spend late summer and early fall at fish camps, where families, including aunts and uncles, elders and children, would gather to catch a year’s worth of food. Crimson fillets of salmon were cut and hung like drying laundry over rows of poles to preserve the fish for the cold months ahead.

Fish camp was hard work, says Tom, but also a time for stories, laughter, celebration and learning traditional ways of respecting the fish and one another. Whenever Tom passes the Yukon River, she gives thanks. So do her children.

Yukon First Nations at a salmon gathering this year

Now her seven-year-old daughter, who went to fish camp as a little girl, keeps asking when they can go again: she wants to learn how to cut fish. “That’s heartbreaking,” says Tom. “It’s a soul wound, not to be able to practise your culture.”

Canada’s attempt to phase out open-pen salmon farms faces setback

This year, Tom decided not to buy frozen salmon to help feed her First Nation. “We brought in a bunch of frozen salmon last year, but are unsure of how to deal with that piece because you are buying it from the fisheries who are part of the problem in the ocean,” she says. “It’s contributing to the problem without actually figuring out what the issue is and how we solve it.

Yukon First Nations are grieving, she says. “We have traditional teachings about not dragging nets, or messing with salmon, or having fish farms, and that speaks to what is happening in the ocean. It’s against traditional law.” But they don’t need that traditional knowledge preserved for posterity, says Tom: “We need it instilled in power-making decisions.”

Sidney says: “It’s almost the end of the salmon.”

[merakiui]

Heey saw requests were open so I couldn't help but come check out and ask! Will you be okay if you do a Xiao, Zhongli, Diluc and Childe with a S/O who tries to took a hit for them from getting killed by an enemy?

Xiao, Zhongli, Diluc, and Childe with an S/O who Shields Them From an Attack

☁️ Xiao ☁️

You dragged him along so that he could get some fresh air and help you with your commissions. Xiao would rather stay inside, but you seemed to want to spend time with him so it’s hard to object.

Xiao definitely tried to avoid going with you, but you had kissed his cheek and said it’s more fun if he accompanies you. His weak heart agreed right away.

So not only is he there to provide moral support and company, he’s also there to make sure you’re not going to do anything foolish.

He’s already defeated multiple enemies while you looked through crates for extra materials. If he were mortal, your carelessness probably would’ve shaved a few years off of his life.

He keeps telling you to pay attention and you say you are, but then you turn away and next thing you know an arrow comes whizzing past you.

Xiao’s picking up a damaged mask from the grassy ground, wiping the grime from it, when your shout alerts him. And before he knows it you’re tackling him to the ground.

He’s surprised and a little angry, snapping at you to be more careful. Your grip on his shirt tightens and he wonders what’s gotten into you.

When Xiao places his hand upon your back and finds the arrow sticking out of it, he freezes. You just...shielded him from an attack. And in the process you ended up getting hurt.

Warm blood coats his fingers and you’re doing all that you can to avoid bursting into tears in front of the stern adeptus. He sits up with you, wasting no time in swiftly defeating the archer hilichurl. His anger can be felt in the way he attacks mercilessly, showing no sign of letting up until the hilichurl has fallen to the ground.

Xiao can’t believe you, a mortal, would shield him, an immortal, from an arrow. He knows you love him, but to so readily take a hit for him—it’s surprising.

“You...” He wants to call you stupid, but you were only thinking of his safety. Instead he chooses to pacify you rather than berating you for something that has already happened. “You’re going to be okay. It doesn’t look that bad.”

He tends to your injuries to the best of his ability and then will bring you back to Wangshu for further inspection. Once the arrow is pulled out and your injury is cleaned and bandaged, tears finally spring from your eyes. It really, really hurts and you feel bad for making Xiao worry on your behalf.

He’s just relieved you’ll heal normally. But in the future he doesn’t want you to endanger yourself for his sake. After all, he’ll be perfectly fine if he takes a hit that would be fatal to most.

“I just don’t want to see you hurt,” you admit, placing your hand on his shoulder. “I know you’re an adeptus, but it would’ve hurt me more if I’d just let you get hit.”

Xiao sighs, taking your hand in his. “I guess it’s fine... Just don’t do it again, okay?” Deep inside, he’s truly touched that you would throw yourself in front of danger just to protect him, but he doesn’t want this to become a recurring thing for you. 

🔶 Zhongli 🔶

You had taken Zhongli out to find some Cor Lapis and other ores you were in desperate need of. He suggested buying them from the locals, but he didn’t bring any Mora and you knew of a few abandoned mines where you could get them for free.

With that logic cemented into place, you and Zhongli headed off for the areas you had marked on your map.

It wasn’t a difficult trip; the two of you worked diligently in clearing any enemies that got in your way and eventually you had made it to the first cave.

Zhongli was reciting the history of Liyue caves and their monetary benefits while you climbed over rubble and debris from past accidents. You’d almost tripped once, but he had caught you out of reflex, seemingly unbothered with your clumsiness.

All was going well. You’d mined a lot of ores with Zhongli’s help and the two of you were about to move onto the next cave when the ground above seemed to shake. Briefly, you glanced up, wondering what could be causing such a disturbance.

“We should be careful. There might be a Ruin Hunter around,” you told him as you navigated through the winding tunnel. Zhongli nodded in agreement with that, easily stepping over fallen stones.

Before you knew what was happening, the entire cave was shaking as another loud explosion resonated from above. Debris from above trickled down like snow and you cowered for a moment, expecting a cave-in.

It was silent for a few minutes and you figured the threat must’ve passed. Zhongli waited for a moment as he listened to the silent, musty air.

Just as you breathed your sigh of relief, the ground shook ten times harder than before, and stones larger than the ores you had mined were raining down at once.

The initial shock was more than enough to have you running for the entrance, pulling a very confused Zhongli along. A stone larger than your foot comes falling, and it’s about to hit Zhongli on the head.

To avoid an accident, you shove him to the front and the rock hits you instead of him. Luckily, it wasn’t on the head, but it did hit your ankle hard.

You’re worried you’ve sprained it after you fall to the ground, more stones pelting you. The next thing you know, Zhongli picks you up in his arms and carries you out of the cave before it can collapse entirely on the both of you.

Concerned for your safety, Zhongli observes your injuries. You’re bruised and your ankle does look sprained. He asks if you can stand and when you try he frowns. It looks like you’re going to need to rest up for a few days.

Zhongli will help you the rest of the way back, occasionally stopping so you can give your legs a rest. He expresses his gratitude and is rather surprised that you would go out of your way to take the hits of many stones and rocks.

Despite being thankful, Zhongli hopes you won’t do this again because he doesn’t like to see you in pain. If you’re hurt, he feels hurt and that’s the last thing he wants.  

🔥 Diluc 🔥

A group of slimes were hanging around the winery again and so Diluc went off to deal with the problem. He didn’t expect there to be so many, though.

You had tagged along just in case something like this were to happen. And even though Diluc is strong enough to handle so many enemies, these slimes just kept coming.

It was difficult to deal with all sorts of different slimes: Electro, Anemo, and even Cryo. Despite the fact that he didn’t want you to endanger yourself—he insisted he could handle it—you still did what you could to help.

Once you were certain all the slimes were defeated, Diluc sighed, leaning against his weapon to relax after so much fighting. His back was turned and he didn’t notice the large slime creeping up on him.

You jumped in just in time to prevent the slime from hurting him. It had been a quick reaction, one that you hadn’t thought through entirely.

The Cryo slime is freezing to the touch and as soon as it hits you an icy cold envelops you. You try to look strong in front of Diluc, but it’s just too much and you fall to your knees, shivering while the slime looms over you.

Diluc witnessed the entire thing when he first noticed you jump into action and he’s very surprised to find that last slime. He defeats it at once before dropping down to check your injuries.

You aren’t exactly wounded, but you are very cold. He’s ashamed at himself for not paying closer attention to his surroundings.

While Diluc is grateful that you protected him, he’s disappointed that you’d put yourself in harm’s way. You should’ve just let the slime hit him.

He sheds his coat and drapes it over you, using his own Pyro element to start a fire that’ll have you warm in no time.

“You didn’t have to do that. But...thank you. Next time don’t do anything reckless. You’ll hurt yourself,” he says while checking your body temperature.

“But I wanted to keep you safe, Diluc! You already defeated so many slimes. That last one could’ve done some serious damage.”

He’s touched that you’d worry about him, but he doesn’t want you to do something like that again. It’s upsetting that you got harmed as a result of him and he wants to make sure you’re truly okay.

You drag Diluc under his coat so that his body heat can warm you up faster. And even though he tries to get out of it, he doesn’t complain too much.

It’s hard to be upset at the person he loves so much, especially if they were the one who protected him.

💧 Childe 💧

You and Childe were picking through some ruins, searching for chests and other valuable materials. You were careful to avoid any enemies, as the last thing you wanted to do was fight a bunch of slimes and hilichurls.

Childe fought them in your place, eagerly defeating them while you remained on the sidelines.

Everything was going well until the two of you stumbled upon a Ruin Guard that was slumped over, docile and not yet awake. Childe looked over at you and then at the Ruin Guard and then back at you, grinning madly the entire time.

You could only face palm and shake your head, grabbing his arm and gesturing in another direction. You’d encountered enough monsters today; you definitely didn’t want to waste your energy on a rust bucket. But Childe, who had only been fighting small enemies up until this point, was itching for a bigger opponent.

So he rushed ahead despite your quiet protests. And you were stuck having to watch as he sparred with the Ruin Guard.

You would’ve left it up to him if you hadn’t noticed the second Ruin Guard awakening from its slumber, having been disturbed by the commotion.

One Ruin Guard was already an issue, but now you’ve got to deal with two. You can only sigh as you run in to defeat the second one, hoping it won’t take up too much of your time.

Missiles are everywhere; they’ve nearly destroyed the ground and have cracked the already eroded stone pathways. You’ve nearly fallen victim to them a few times now and if it weren’t for Childe’s quick thinking you would’ve been crushed by their mechanical feet.

The first Ruin Guard falls before the two of you in a heap of exhausted, overheated gears and Childe twirls his bow, a glint of madness of his gaze.

You would’ve called it a day if it weren’t for the other Guard aiming for him, missiles completely locked onto his form.

Without thinking, you jump into action, pushing Childe away before he can be hit. In the process, the missiles slam into the rock formation above you and it comes tumbling down in a dusty rumble.

Now it’s Childe’s turn to save you and he’s quick on his feet, pulling you away before you can be buried under heavy stone. The two of you tumble and you scrape your arms and legs in the fall, doing all that you can to shield your boyfriend before he seriously injures himself.

A particular sharp piece of rubble slices the length of your arm and while Childe recovers to finish off the Ruin Guard you clutch your injured arm to stop the blood flow.

Once the Ruin Guard is defeated, Childe goes over to you, bending down to get a look at your arm. “It’s definitely going to need some work,” he jokes, hoping to put a smile on your face. “Don’t worry. I’ll have it patched up in no time. You can count on it.”

And while he wraps it up, he thanks you for your help. Without it, he would’ve been the one with more injuries than you. And even though he doesn’t mind getting hurt in a battle he doesn’t want you to injure yourself as well. So next time you want to protect him, make sure you won’t hurt yourself in the process!

[yandere-sins]

Stares

Horrortober Day 5: Disturbance “Nothing can interrupt us now.”

I will admit I wrote this one way too late into the night. I should go to sleep yikes :’D Enjoy!

Warnings: Yandere, Body Horror, Kidnapping, Molestation, Harrassment, Sexual Innuendos/Actions Characters: Sukuna x Reader

It was rare to see the King of Curses calm and even a little approachable.

Not that you liked seeing him at all, but you preferred it this way than any other. Ever so often, he peeked out of Itadori Yuji’s face, taunting you, belittling his host. However, you were just glad to get through with your work that day, teaching the boy the necessary theory he had to learn. You’d be gone before you had to deal with the host or the curse inside of him, just like every day. Routine, that’s what Nanami called it. Routine would benefit all of you, but you still hadn’t come around to like what you were forced to do.

Morally, it was wrong to call the boy a curse. He ate something cursed, and now he was beyond screwed, but still… Whenever you saw him, pure survival instinct ran through your veins. You wanted to defeat him, end this miserable life, but you weren’t allowed. Sorcerers weren’t supposed to teach curses, just kill. But you were torn between your orders and duty, looking at what was sitting in front of you.

Asking other sorcerers for their opinion on the matter, and you were faced with the same responses. The same struggle and conflict you were facing, except, maybe, Gojo, who seemed to be unbothered by what he dragged into your holy halls. However, the most unnerving thing that came up in conversation was how often Sukuna showed himself in your class… but not in the others. Given, they did see the casual third or fourth eye, or one mouth too many. Still, even if the others were unnerved, they chose to ignore, while you were the only one to actually have spoken to the king—though it was no honor.

“Brat, the teacher’s staring.” Instantly, Yuji’s attention shifted to the extra mouth on his cheek and then to you, expecting you to say something. You quickly caught your composure, not having realized you’ve been staring - probably in disgust - at him, almost feeling bad. Clearing your throat, you picked up your book again, shaking your head in denial before continuing to monotonously read the text inside of it out loud. Sorcerer history hadn’t been your favorite subject either, but you were stuck with it, unfortunately. Yuji was diligent enough, but even while you read, you couldn’t get your mind off the threat in front of you.

Especially not when long, clawed fingers gripped your book by the spine, lowering it with surprising force.

“No, you’ve been staring. There’s no denying it, Sorcerer, spit it out,” Sukuna grinned at you cheekily, having temporarily taken over your real student.

“I was trying not to vomit looking at you,” you snarled back, slapping his hand away that he retracted in fake hurt. “Bad liar,” he called you before the marks suddenly faded, Yuji going back to being himself.

“Ah, sorry about that,” he muttered apologetically like so many times before. And you sighed, assuring him it wasn’t his fault.

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It wasn’t his fault either when Sukuna cornered you in one of the hallways around the school. Being cornered by strong two arms did not give you the butterflies that all these novels always tried to sell. Granted, you flinched pretty hard, but once you were face to face with him, your anger far outweighed your fear. He was scary, no question asked. Sukuna could destroy you with a flick of his finger. But somehow, naively so, you didn’t believe he would. Something about ‘he could have, but he hasn’t’ made you bold apparently. Stupidly so.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you hissed, and he rolled his eyes. Yuji’s body looked stupidly wasted on him, the boy being such a ray of sunshine in contrast to his evil counterpart. Sukuna didn’t become him. His attitude didn’t.

“You’ve been staring at me,” he repeated. Why was the topic so important to him?

“So what? What is it to you?” you returned snidely. Lips curling into a grin, you felt like you had actually humored him. Not the direction you wanted to go with the King. “Well, I wanted a good look at you…” he mumbled, his eyes driving from the shirt on your collarbones to the shoes you were wearing slowly, noticeably, and… lusty.

“...too,” he finished his sentence before licking his lips.

“Disgusting,” you whispered dryly, staring at him perturbed, and Sukuna chuckled at your obvious rejection.

“Well, I have what I wanted.”

Before you could repeat, he disappeared, leaving behind a slumping student of yours, and you cursed the King of Curses quietly, dropping everything to had in your arms to support Yuji. “Asshole,” you mumbled, and for a brief moment, you thought you heard him chuckle again, but you couldn’t be sure.

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It was him. He was planning something all along, and you knew it.

But no one could see it since this plan almost exclusively involved you.

“Shrivel and die,” you told him through gritted teeth, pushing at his chest as hard as you could. Sukuna was undeterred, pressing you against the old chalkboard and nibbling on your earlobe. Why did no one believe you when you swore up and down that he wasn’t just a quiet bystander? That he indeed was trying to do something—or someone?

“I do love a filthy mouth,” he sighed, making you want to throw up just from the implications alone. Even with your elbow between you, there was no movement. The other sorcerers had told you about Yuji’s strength, but you didn’t think you couldn’t handle it. Apparently, however, you couldn’t, and it was infuriating. While Sukuna was doing as he pleased, you decided on a different approach, opening your mouth to scream.

Finally, it caused some reaction in him, his head recoiling at the jarring sound, but before long, your lips were captured with his, a fight breaking out between your mouths. He was trying to silence you efficiently with his tongue in your throat, the mere thought of kissing a student repulsing you, and you were biting at his lips which didn’t seem to bother Sukuna at all.

“Someone will come,” you reminded him fiercely as he broke away to give you some air.

“Silly,” he only commented before kissing you again. You were hammering at his chest, trying to make your disapproval evident, but it was to no avail. Sukuna wouldn’t budge. Only when he, mercifully, allowed another breath, you screamed again, using your palms to defend from his face closing in to shut you up. The weight of his body was pressing you into the wall painfully, but realizing your powers simply wouldn’t show no matter how hard you tried was even worse. Did he have some kind of ability that stole your energy from you? Was it fear that blocked you from using it? Were you afraid?

You were. 

It was indeed silly, even if it was painful to agree with Sukuna. You never feared for your life, taking every day and mission as it came. But you were scared now because of the monster in front of you. You had been right: you should have killed him when you could. Stupid! Absolutely stupid to keep around!

Even you understood that it wasn’t death you feared. You feared Sukuna’s presence and the effects it had on you. How defenseless you were suddenly and how, even though he always disappeared in the end after annoying you, he just didn’t seem to let go of you now. 

“Scream some more,” he taunted, and you weren’t going to object. Immediately, you put up the fight again, feeling your lungs clench when you robbed them of all the air to get some help. But nothing happened. “I like it when they struggle,” Sukuna laughed, crazy, madly, victoriously. As if he won a war you didn’t know about.

“Come, open your eyes! Look where you are!” he encouraged you, grinning from ear to ear. Confused, you looked around, seeing the same old classroom that you always had when teaching Yuji. The sight slowly began to shift, fog collecting at your feet and the walls moving unnaturally under your gaze. You’ve been scared before, but it was nothing compared to what you felt as everything shifted. 

You hadn’t realized it. 

Not for one moment did you know he activated his domain, something no one had been able to explore until now. It was different from what you expected, much more vast and deadly. But you also saw the remainders of the classroom, and you wondered how much of it was taking up the actual reality. Horrified, you looked around, now knowing your screams wouldn’t echo for no one but you two here. You always thought you were a decent sorcerer but maybe… maybe you were nothing at all. At least not in the eyes of Sukuna.

“Finally,” Sukuna sighed, satisfied and seemingly exhausted by effort you didn’t know he was making. “Nothing can interrupt us now. I just needed you to lower your guard.”

“You…” Your mumble was met with deafening silence. Not even Sukuna’s breathing made a sound in this space, and you immediately felt claustrophobic in the pitch black that encased the realm. His realm.

“I was nice. I waited. Those… manga said it was proper in these times, though, I don’t care for them. But you kept staring at me as if you were trying to kill me. Do you know how hard it was to wait? A king shouldn’t have to wait-no. I shouldn’t have to wait for you when you are coming on to me.”

Blinking a few times, you looked back at him. Perhaps, for the first time, you were truly meeting his gaze, always finding a reason to not look at him directly before. But not anymore. Now you were indeed looking at him, not remembering those times he said you stared when this was the first and only time you really saw him. “It’s been too long that I had company. How nice of you to offer yourself up to me~”

“I never did-” you tried to argue, but you were swept into another kiss, flailing in his arms as you feared falling. Endlessly. You could no longer discern where the realm started and ended. “You’re mine now,” he growled, unhinged.

“I will devour you, Looker. It’s punishment for not welcoming me sooner. There’s a lot to make up for.”

You’ve never seen Sukuna calm before. Because if what you had witnessed was what you called calm, it had been because he was waiting for the right moment. The right moment to pounce, and to your misery, it was now. Stares could kill, people said. It was true, you found out, as you killed yourself with it by making the King of Curses recognize you. Though, you wished you were dead.

You merely killed your freedom with your actions, as there was no way Sukuna would let you have that ever again after you piqued his interest unwillingly.

[anonymousfiction211]

Give it time

Summary: Tony throws a party. Loki and you are in an established relationship. He watches the party and sees you and Steve getting too close for his liking. So, he decides to do something about it.

Word count: 3.185 words

Warnings: Angst, jealously, insecure Loki/soft Loki

Give it time He heard you laughing out loud again, from across the room. Loki was by the bar and already on his fourth, or fifth? no definitely fourth, drink of Asgardian mead. At least Thor was useful for something. He gulped down the rest of his drink and signalled the mortal behind the bar to pour him another. It looked like he was going to say something to him, but giving him his best death glare, to mortal held his tongue. He took a large sip and turned around eyeing the room. Tony was entertaining some of his friends, the widow was flirting with Banner who was oblivious to all hints and then he saw you with the soldier. The perfectly, honest, can do no wrong in his life soldier. He took another large sip. Thor was walking towards him.

‘Are you forgetting that you’re not drinking mortal alcohol, brother? Thor asked concerned.

‘No, of course not’ Loki replied irritated. I’m not like you. I’m only on my fourth drink, fourth right? Yeah, definitely fourth he thought.

‘Where’s your lady?’ Thor asked. Loki took another sip of his drink and gestured towards you and Steve.

‘Ah, at least she is in good company I see’ Thor said. Even tough Loki knew he didn’t mean it like that, the comment hurt him. But that was not something he would show. Before he could reply Thor was called by Tony, who probably wanted another attempt at wielding Mjölnir. Like that pathetic excuse of a man could ever wield it. Loki was distracted from his thoughts when he heard your laugh again. He heard it every time, it was the most wonderful and purest sound he had ever heard. He watched as you and Steve laughed with each other. Steve was getting a little too close for Loki’s liking, but he had learned not to disturb you. He was not in the mood to be having that fight with you, again. He is just a friend, he would never make a move knowing I’m with you, he isn’t like that, you had told him time and time again. Still, Loki never fully trusted Steve. When it came to you, he trusted no man.

He downed his drink and made a hand gesture to the mortal behind the bar, not caring to actually acknowledge his present this time. When his cup was filled again he took another sip. He watched as you told a story to Steve and saw your whole face light up. Maybe, you should be with someone like Steve. He is everything I am not. He is nice, polite, caring, courageous and he would treat you right. He was good, irritatingly good. In all the time Loki had known Steve he was waiting for him to slip up, make a mistake, but Loki was starting to think that day would never come. He tried to treat you like the queen you were, but he felt like he always comes up short with you. You had tried to reassure him that you loved him and would be his until the end of time, but Loki didn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe it. It won’t be long before she realizes she can do better. Everyone eventually does. Loki started to wonder how much time he would have left before Steve, or someone else, would steal you away. His preference would be anyone but Steve, he really hated Steve. He needed to be careful, he couldn’t bare losing you. Not this soon, if ever. He took another large sip of his cup, but realized it was empty. Damn mortal bartender forgot to refill my cup, again.

He signalled the bartender rather angry, the man looked frightened at him. Loki gave him a wicked grin and he swore he saw the man tremble a little. He loved to scare people. Something a good man, a better man, one deserving of you, would never do he thought while his smile faltered. Loki grabbed his cup and turned around. He saw that your story was coming to an end. The look on Steve’s face made him sick. He took a large sip. I should distract myself he thought. He eyed the room again, but the only thing he could do was sit beside Thor, who was telling some war story. Loki wasn’t in the mood. Loki looked back towards you when he heard you laugh again. Steve said something to you, but you couldn’t hear him. Stark had turned the music up. Horrible loud music. That’s when he saw the soldier put a hand around you and place it on your lower back. He pulled you slightly towards you and you whispered something in his ear.

THAT’S IT! Loki didn’t care anymore. He would not stand for this. He smashed his glass on the ground behind the bar, making the bartender flinch. Normally, he would laugh, but he had to get to you as fast as he could. He took a few steps, his balance felt a little off, but he didn’t care. He walked towards you as fast as he could. He slapped the soldier’s hand from your lower back and put his arm around your waist. He pulled you flush against him ‘Darling, a word’ he hissed.

‘Loki, I don’t think..’ Steve started before Loki put his hand in the air to silence him. He quickly teleported the two of you back to his chambers. He let go of you and locked the door. When he turned around he saw the rather angry expression on your face. But it was nowhere near the angry expression you saw on his face. ‘WHAT THE HELL, LOKI!’ you yelled at him, startled from the sudden change in environment. He didn’t respond, maybe teleporting wasn’t the best idea I ever had. There was an awkward silence that lasted longer than he would have liked. He was still searching for his words. ‘Why?’ you asked him.

‘I didn’t feel like watching how the two of you were flirting’ he replied.

‘You honestly think I was FLIRTING with him?’ you exclaimed.

‘He had his arm around you’ he responded.

‘He just pulled me closer so we could hear each other. Tony had turned up the music so loud, we couldn’t hear each other’ you replied.

‘He kept holding you’ the anger Loki had first felt was ebbing away. He didn’t want to admit, he would never to anyone, but he was trying to keep his emotions in check. He was certain you were going to dump him and run into the arms of the soldier, and Loki felt like crying.

‘So? It was a friendly gesture’ you said. That fuelled his anger once again. He loved you, but you were rather naïve sometimes. Loki really didn’t want to have this fight, again. He needed you to stay with him, he couldn’t let go of you, he won’t do it ever. He walked a few steps in your direction and was relieved he didn’t see you back away. He put his arm on the lower of your back and leaned in ‘Is this a friendly gesture?’ he whispered. He noticed how your breath hitched a little, you leaned in a little closer and your lips were almost touching his. ‘I think you need a reminder who you belong to’ he said huskily. It was a bold move, but he hoped it would keep you from leaving him.

A sly smile appeared on his face as he saw you swallow hard at his words. He knew what buttons to push to get you there. He let his lips ghost over yours and held back the urge to kiss you again and again, until you were out of breath. He needed to hear you moan, feel you whiter underneath him and realize that you needed him, hopefully enough to stay with him. He slowly started to walk you backwards until your legs hit his bed. He laid you down and immediately crawled on top of you. He started to kiss your collarbone and made his way up to your throat and ear. Making sure to leave bruises and marks, he loved to mark you. That way everybody would know you were his, and only his. He felt your heartbeat increase and your soft gasps, making him smile against your skin.

‘You’re mine’ he growled lowly in your ear. He felt you shiver slightly and noticed goosebumps starting to appear on your skin. He got up and startled your legs. With one strong movement he ripped your dress right through. He couldn’t help but chuckle when he heard you gasp. Then he saw that you didn’t wore any underwear. He cocked an eyebrow to silently asked you why. ‘I thought this would be easier for you’ you smirked, answering his silent question. Loki felt his cock stir, but right before he could continue the thought of Steve being so close to you, without you wearing any underwear popped into his head. He tried to distract himself and latched his mouth to one of your nipples. He massaged the other one by rolling your hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger. Already gasping and panting for air, and I have barely begun. He started to feel a bit dizzy, but ignored it. Maybe I should have listened to Thor and ease up on the drinks next time.

When he was finished with your breasts he slowly trailed open mouth kisses down your body. Making sure to kiss every inch of your body. He hummed against your skin when he felt you spread your legs. He kissed you lower and lower, stopping right before he was at your clit. He was pleased to smell your arousal, a scent as divine as the finest flower on Asgard. He ghosted your clit, knowing that drove you crazy. He felt your hands in his hair, urging him to stop teasing you. Loki let his tongue slip out and give you a light lick on your clit. His plan was to have you begging for more, but when he heard the moan that left your lips, he lost it. He latched his mouth firmly on your clit and swirled the hardened bud with his tongue. You tried to buck away at the sudden stimulation, but pulled your thighs over his shoulders and hold you firmly in place. ‘O god.. o god..’ you started to chant. It was lovely to hear, but not enough. Loki upped his game and let two fingers enter between your folds. He felt the wetness between your thighs and his fingers met no resistance. He slowly started to finger-fuck you while swirling his tongue on your clit in the same rhythm.

After only a short time he felt your walls clench around his fingers and knew you were close. The thought to stop crossed his mind for a second, but he would hear you beg soon enough. ‘O god, Loki’ you cried out as he felt the wave of pleasure wash over you. Your walls clenched hard around his fingers and you tried to move his tongue away from your clit, but failed. He kept pumping in and out of you while slowly circling your clit with his tongue. He wanted to prolong the feeling of your pleasure as long as he could. Once he noticed you started to come down from your high, he shimmered your clothes away and kissed his way back up to your mouth.

He kissed you passionately while lining his hardened cock up with your entrance. ‘Hmm… Loki’ you moaned into the kiss. Right before he entered you he stilted and looked at you with a playful smile on his face. ‘Yes, darling?’ he asked feigning innocence. You tried to buck your hips so he would enter you, but Loki resisted.

‘If there is something you want, all you need to do is ask’ he mused while nibbling on your earlobe.

‘Take me’ you whispered. Loki kissed you eagerly again and entered you in one smooth motion. You gasped, you did it every time he entered you. It was his favourite part, every time. He felt your walls clenching down right away, and knew you still hadn’t come fully down from your orgasm. He didn’t give you time to recover and started to pound into you like this was the last time he would fuck you. Maybe it is. He tried to push the thought away and focus on your withering beneath him. He pulled your legs over his shoulder and leaned down to leave open kisses on your mouth. Sometimes he would slide his tongue in yours, exploring every inch and taking your breath away. He felt he was close and started to circle your clit with his fingers. He felt your walls clench and knew that if you came, he was done for. So, he stilted all movements and revelled inside when he hears a needy whine escape your lips.

‘Loki’ you panted, hoping that he would go on. But he made no movement.

‘Who do you belong to?’ he asked

‘You, I belong to you’ you said while catching your breath. Loki slowly started to resume his movements.

‘And who can make you feel like this?’ he grunted

‘God, yo- you, only you!’ you exclaimed when Loki picked up his pace.

‘Who’s this God you keep praying to?’ he mused, already knowing your answer.

‘You. God you. Please Loki, please let me come’ you begged him.

He snapped his hips as fast as he could and his fingers found your clit. He felt your walls clench. A feeling of pride went through him when he heard you chant his name so loud, the whole tower could probably hear it. In the middle of your orgasm, he felt his cock twitch and his seed spilled inside of you. Every time he came inside of you it felt like Valhalla itself. He pumped a few more times to ride out his own orgasm and pulled out. He laid down next to you, not wanting to collapse on top of you and crushing him with his weight. The feeling of dizziness grew and he even felt a little sick. Definitely drinking less next time. You crawled against him and he wrapped his arm around you. He was surprised when you kissed his cheek, not expecting the loving gesture.

‘You know, you don’t have to be jealous at Steve. There is nothing going on, I only want you’ you tried to reassure him. Loki just stared at the ceiling, he didn’t want to meet your gaze.

‘I don’t trust him’ he gritted through his teeth, trying to hold back his anger towards Steve.

‘Do you trust me?’ you asked him.

He was kind of startled that you asked him did. He looked into your eyes and saw a hint of hurt and desperation in them. He gave you a kiss on your forehead ‘With my life’ he whispered.

‘Then trust me, I will never leave you for Steve or any other man’ you tried to reassure him. You snuggled closer and kissed his chest. Loki wanted to tell you that you couldn’t possibly make such a promise, and that you shouldn’t. Not to him. But he was happy to have you next to him – for now - and didn’t want to spoil it. Not wanting to talk about it anymore he gave you a kiss on your head ‘We should clean up, you’re staying here tonight?’ he asked.

‘Of course, just like every other night this past week’ you giggled. You got up and went to the bathroom, while Loki cleaned himself with his seidr. ‘You need anything from the kitchen?’ he asked to you.

‘A water would be nice’ you replied from the bathroom.

Loki put on his sweatpants and went to the kitchen. He heard the party still in full swing on the floor above him. He opened the fridge to get a water bottle. When he closed he noticed that Steve had entered the kitchen, and he couldn’t give up his change to annoy him. ‘Sorry if we were too loud, I would tell you it won’t happen again tonight. But even I can’t tell that lie with a straight face’ Loki smirked towards Steve. He was a bit annoyed when Steve just shrugged ‘I barely heard the two of you’ he replied.

‘But I was a little concerned about you. You sure seemed a little intoxicated, you’re feeling better? Steve asked with genuine concern on his face. But Loki could see through the lie, he was actually mocking him. Knowing full well he drank too much, and why. Still, he played along.

‘Nothing a god like me can’t handle, mortal’ he replied rather dryly.

‘Good, for a moment there I was worried I had to take your lady home’ Steve said. This time making less of an attempt to show genuine concern.

‘You have nothing to worry about. I will always take her home’ he replied rather irritated.

The soldier just winked at him ‘Give it time’ he said while exiting the kitchen. Loki felt sick all over again and rushed towards the sink to vomit. When he was done he was scared that Steve had heard him, but he wasn’t there and didn’t hear him. He quickly cleaned the sink and his teeth with his seidr, while trying to figure out if it was Steve, the drinks, or a combination of both that caused him to vomit. I knew I shouldn’t trust him he thought. If Steve weren’t important to you, Loki would have killed him right now. Still, Steve’s intentions were very clear. Loki walked back towards his room and saw you already laying in his bed under the sheets. You were wearing one of his t-shirts and reading the book he had left there this morning. 

Only the light of the nightstand was shining in the room. You looked up and smiled at him when he entered. He got under the covers with you and handed you your water bottle. You opened it and took a few sips ‘thanks’ you said. You put the book back on his nightstand and turned of the light. Loki couldn’t hold it in anymore. When you laid back down he immediately grabbed you, pulling you as close as he could. Fearing that if he let go right now, you would somehow vanish. ‘Loki? You alright?’ you whispered. He nuzzled his head against your chest and did something he hadn’t done in a very long time. He cried.  

Tags: @delightfulheartdream​ @the-best-phineas​

[boowanie]

Pairing: Ceo!Wonwoo x Secretary!reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff-ish

Warning: Suggestive

W/C: 2k+

Summary: Falling in love with your boss was never on your agenda, or so you thought.

Eri’s note: I’ve been dying to write a ceo!wonwoo scenario and here she is!! aaah, i hope you beans enjoy this! I think this is my favourite of mine so far 💘

The cold rain seeped into your clothes as you padded your way back to your empty apartment. You were absolutely exhausted. Words were not enough to explain how tired you were of your boss but being broke left you with no choice but to stick around as Wonwoo’s secretary.

When you first met him, you couldn’t deny that he made your heart skip a beat with how beautiful he was. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, the image you momentarily created in your mind was shattered. He was always working you harder than your other co-workers even when the tasks weren’t even your responsibility.

You finally caught sight of your apartment building and a small sigh of relief left your lips. You were definitely drenched when you reached your apartment door, shivering as you opened your door. On a normal day, you would have slipped your shoes off at the front door but tonight was different. You went straight to the bathroom, leaving wet footsteps and drops of water along the way. The warmth of the water coming out of your shower fogged up your small bathroom as you finally discarded the wet clothes you were in.

Once you stepped into the shower, your thoughts led you back to the events that happened before you walked home.

—

Wonwoo was yelling at one of his employees yet again. You could hear him demanding for the work that he tasked her to do. You flinched as your co-worker finally snapped, yelling at him with the same tone.

“You know what, I fucking quit Jeon Wonwoo. Fuck you and fuck your stupid company! I’d rather be jobless than stay here for another day. I don’t know how y/n has managed to stay by your side for the past 5 years.”

You and the other employees turned towards the door as soon as she stepped out, visible tears tumbling down her cheeks. Some of your co-workers stood up to comfort her while some avoided her incase Wonwoo saw. You, on the other hand, were called into his office. You sighed, picking up the files he wanted you to sort out during lunch.

“Close the door,” he murmured as soon as you stepped into his office. You did as you were told and walked slowly to his table where he was leaning back against his chair with his eyes tightly shut. You carefully placed the files on his desk, not wanting to disturb your boss’ silence.

“Can you stay for awhile?” he whispered, eyes opening to stare at you. You blinked back, your eyes softening at the sight of him and the dark circles that were visible under his eyes. You nodded as you took the spare seat and pulling it over to Wonwoo’s side.

“What do you need help with, Mr. Jeon?”

“Just need you here to calm me down.” He stated, catching his lower lip between his teeth.

—

When you turned the shower off, you came to a conclusion that Jeon Wonwoo liked to confuse you. He confused you with his actions. Despite the fact that he gave you more work than anybody else in the company, he also cared about you. Wonwoo didn’t mind when you handed files to him late nor did he care whenever he saw you nodding off at your desk. Your co-workers noticed how more lenient he was on you but they never made a comment because they saw how much work Wonwoo gave you on a daily basis.

You finally sat down on your sofa, ordering some food to eat to reward yourself after Wonwoo made you stay behind again to help him with some documents he was reviewing. You remember trying to stiffle numerous yawns as you worked through some documents and you could feel the frustration building up within him.

“You know what, just go home y/n. It’s clear to me that you’d rather be sleeping,” he said, plopping the loose papers on his desk before turning towards you. Your eyes widened at the sharp gaze he threw at you and you felt your heart momentarily clench.

“Won-, Mr. Jeon, it’s past midnight. I think we both need to rest,” you stared back, watching as he ran his fingers through his hair. He leaned back against his chair, watching you with blank eyes.

“Just go.” He turned his body away from you, leaving you staring at his back that was now hunched over his wooden desk.

“Fine.”

—

Once your food delivery arrived, you took your spot on your sofa again, watching reruns of your favourite show. You sighed as your mind began wandering back to Wonwoo.

“Fuck this,” you grabbed your phone, dialing the man that was occupying your mind.

On the third ring, he finally picked up. You could hear some shuffling in the background as you asked if he had gone home. You waited for his answer as silence consumed you both.

“Can I come over?” he whispered, hearing sniffles coming from his end. Your heart clenched at the sadness evident in his voice.

“I-i’ll leave the door unlocked,” you whispered back.

—

Again, Jeon Wonwoo confused you as he began to nip at the soft skin of your neck. Your hands ran through his hair, tugging his locks softly as he continued to pepper your neck with wet kisses, sighing as he left a subtle bruise on your collarbone.

“Talk to me sweetheart,” he groaned against your neck. You moaned when he slid the straps of your bra down your shoulders, loving his gentle touches that burned agaisnt your skin. However, as he continued to leave kisses on your skin, your mind wandered back to everything that happened that day. You pulled away just before he could undo the clasp of your bra.

“W-what are we doing Wonwoo,” you breathed out, pushing his body away from you. He sighed, leaning back on your headboard. You avoided his gaze and stared at your legs that were situated on either side of his thighs.

“Don’t you like what we have y/n?” he asked, pulling your chin up with his hand.

“What exactly do you call this Wonwoo? I’m your secretary for crying out loud,” you replied with frustration.

“We can’t keep doing this. I-i can’t keep pretending like i’m not inlove with you while we’re at work,” you cried, tears sliding down your cheeks as you lightly thumped your hands against his bare chest.

“Baby,” he mumbled, taking your shivering figure into his embrace. You cried against the skin of his shoulder while he rubbed his hand on your back.

“I-i think I should quit Wonwoo,” you sniffled.

“If I stay in your company any longer, I’ll just end up breaking my own heart,” you decided, removing your self from his embrace. You wiped your tears with the back of your hands while getting off his lap.

“I think you should leave now Wonwoo, I’ll hand in my resignation letter later on.”

—

You arrived at the company early in the morning, your hands carrying folded boxes to put your things in. You heard soft mutters when you began to clear your belongings that were neatly organised on your desk.

Once you finished, you made your way towards Wonwoo’s office, gently knocking on his door to bid him your final goodbye.

“Come in.”

He looked up, pushing his metal glasses up when he saw you standing by the door. You took a deep breath before walking towards his desk, your resignation letter in hand. You placed it beside his arm before looking up at Wonwoo again.

“Thank you for the past 5 years, Mr. Jeon,” you bowed. He didn’t say anything and began working on the files that he was holding not too long ago.

“Bye Wonwoo,” you whispered, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall.

—

Four months passed by before you finally got a job at a photography studio. Before becoming Wonwoo’s secretary, you were an aspiring photographer that only studied business to please your parents. You were beyond happy when Mingyu, your boss, called you to offer you the job you applied for.

The first month and a half was hectic, shooting for different companies and artists was something you never imagined to be doing in your life time.

“Y/n, I need you to come with me to a really important photoshoot,” Mingyu chucked a popcorn at your direction. You swatted another incoming popcorn as you tried to place your camera down.

“Sure, who are we shooting for tomorrow?”

“My bestfriend and his family,” he smiled.

“Time?”

“10 in the morning,” he replied, munching on another popcorn.

“I’ll see you then,” you waved goodbye at your boss turned close friend.

—

You couldn’t believe your eyes when you entered the venue. Mingyu texted you that he would be arriving in less than 10 minutes. Your eyes landed on Wonwoo who was staring at you, shock evident on his face. You were shooting for The Jeons. Well shit, you thought. Wonwoo’s mother greeted you, leading you to a small section of the room where she told you you could place your belongings.

You thanked her, grabbing your phone to dial Kim Mingyu.

“Where the heck are you?” you panicked, looking around the room.

“Right behind you, you dumbass,” Mingyu chuckled, bumping your head with his camera bag. You glared at him as he continued to chuckle at you.

—

Throughout the whole photoshoot, your eyes tried to avoid meeting Wonwoo’s. Mingyu noticed the subtle glances that two of his friends were giving. He couldn’t help but shake his head when he finally took the last shot.

“We can call it a day, Mr and Mrs Jeon,” he politely said to Wonwoo’s parents. They both thanked you and Mingyu for your hard work while Wonwoo’s brother waved at you both with a smile before leaving with his parents. Wonwoo, on the other hand, decided to stay. You couldn’t deny how fast your heart was beating throughout the entire photoshoot.

“Thank you Mingyu and y/n,” he patted Mingyu’s back and gave you a small smile. You sligtly bowed at his direction before busying yourself with packing up. Mingyu and Wonwoo began to talk about something you didn’t understand while you tried to place your camera back into your bag.

“Hey y/n, do you need a ride back to your apartment?” Mingyu asked as you finally gathered all your belongings. You shook your head “no”, leaving both of them in the room.

“See you tomorrow, boss.”

—

It was around midnight when you heard a knock on your door. You were clad in nothing but a loose t-shirt that you were certain was Wonwoo’s and cotton shorts. You padded your way towards your door, looking through the peephole to find Wonwoo standing behind the door wearing grey sweatpants and a loose hoodie.

You opened the door, confused as to why Wonwoo showed up at your door after months of him not being here. He spoke gently, asking if he could come in to talk to you.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, sitting back down on your sofa. He followed suite, keeping a small distance between you two. He shrugged, looking at his hands. Silence consumed you both while you stared at your midnight snack that was abandoned on the coffee table.

“Again Wonwoo, what are you doing here?” you asked firmly.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you so much, sweetheart,” he sobbed into his palms. Your heart clenched at his words, reaching out to pull him into your chest.

“I’m so sorry baby. When you said that you were going to leave, I thought it was for the best. I didn’t want to break your heart any further but I realised how stupid I was. How much of a coward I was being when I continued to lead you on for years,” he breathed against your neck.

“I’m so inlove you y/n y/l/n, and I was wonderinrg if you could still forgive me and ask for another chance?” he peered up at you through his tears. You wiped them gently while he wiped your own tears that were falling down your cheeks.

“Why’d you only come back for me now?” you whispered.

“I wanted to give you the space you deserved. I-i knew you were working for Mingyu two months ago when he mentioned your name during a conversation,” he stated. He pulled away from your hug, grabbing your waist to pull you on top of his lap. You straddled him, leaning the side of your head against his chest.

“Are you willing to take me back y/n?”

“Just make sure to ask me to be yours this time around, Jeon Wonwoo.”

He grinned at your words, “I love you so much.”

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

LO$ER=?, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Life is just a path and you walk it. Until Jeon Jungkook. He made you run, sprinting through winding side roads and alleys, fighting, bleeding, losing. Your paths split, but life is made of orbits. Now that they have overlapped once more, his hand is fiercely holding yours and he won't let go again. Nothing matters if he's with you. Thus, you run once more, laughing like you've gone mad.

continuation of 0X1=?, m | jjk – click here to read

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; mentions of sexual assault (not heavily described, however, please note reader is the victim of said assault); actually predominantly fluff; mentions of previous angst; mentions of physical fighting; smut (fem reader, fingering, cowgirl, scratching / marking, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS - tattooed, previously rich!Jungkook x rebellious!reader (mostly reader's POV, a tiny bit of JK's POV), ft cameo of Kim Taehyung as JK’s best friend and crossover with 'bao, t/m | myg' au

yes, I waited until the TXT's 'LO$ER=LO♡ER' was released to write this XD there's a ton of TXT references as well, enjoy!

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now playing – LO$ER=LO♡ER by txt

"Jeon Jungkook! Yah! Jeon Jungkook! Come out of that whore's home!"

You were about to remove the groceries from your front seat, but then you stopped at the shouting, peering up at the second story of the apartment complex to see… ah, yes, a young woman yelling at your front doorstep. One look at the imported, Western, black car with heavily tinted windows and you were well aware that the woman in a matching designer two-piece – a ruffled pink suit jacket and flared skirt – complete with immaculately pulled back hair in a half-ponytail must be...

She turned around, fuming, pretty features twisted in rage, and screamed in frustration.

You quickly jerked your head back out of her line of sight and clicked your tongue.

Your boyfriend's ex-fiancé had some lungs on her.

You waited until she finished shrieking like a banshee and peered out to see her spin on her heel and return to pounding on your apartment door with her small, manicured fists. You spotted her beige, black cap-toed slender heels.

Chanel.

Huh.

You stayed in your car.

Reached over to your bag and pulled out the single ice cream you bought to share with Jungkook but, at this rate, you would have to buy another. You pulled off the cap and folded it in half, curving it like a spoon, and began to eat the mango sorbet. Hm, well, it was better this way. Jungkook would probably prefer chocolate or straight up diabetes over mango sorbet.

He would eat pretty much anything though.

You scooped up some of the frigid, melting sweet into your mouth and watched his ex-fiancé shout at no one.

True, you could go up there and throw her down the stairs. But there was something hilarious about this, her beating and howling at your apartment door, completely ignoring the fact that no one was answering it and that she was very clearly causing a public disturbance, all because of her own personal problem.

You glanced up to watch her slide down the door, openly crying now. You pressed the button of your car window to roll it down a crack to listen to her sobbing above you.

"–can't believe you would do this to me... you know I need this marriage... my family's company depends on it..."

You slowed, licking off your makeshift spoon.

"I'll be left with nothing... nothing unless I get married..."

Crocodile tears or not, the woes of the rich did not earn much sympathy with you.

You rolled your window back up, leaving your car on idle for the air conditioning.

It was a mix of previously being constantly berated by Jungkook's wealthy parents that now exiled him over a fucking eyebrow piercing and being a member of the working, lower middle class. For some reason, that latter fact was also offensive to Jungkook’s parents. Everyone was accepting until money got involved. You hummed, eating another scoop. You didn’t like it, but you understood that his parents wouldn’t believe that you have no interest in their money. What you didn't understand was why his ex-fiancé was so hellbent on yelling at your door. From what you could tell, she wasn't ugly. Couldn't she find someone else?

You scraped the last of your small ice cream out and ate it up.

You checked your phone.

Jungkook wouldn't be out of work for at least another three hours. You had found him a job at the local bao shop through your own job as an accountant. You assisted the family in sorting the finances for their small business and personal tax forms. The owner had back surgery and so the daughter had been working there by herself with one other employee that delivered the orders. They wanted to hire another to help with cooking and cleaning, perhaps even open up the front counter again to accept pick-up orders instead of only delivery. However, it was hard to find someone trustworthy and reliable. The best way was through word of mouth.

They won't mind my tattoos?

Whenever I drop by, the delivery guy is wearing a leather jacket, ripped jeans, and has a resting bitch face. You'll be fine. Also, I think the daughter and him are dating.

Jungkook had blinked at you.

You know. In case they disappear for ten minutes, unexplained.

You loved Jungkook's laugh.

He didn't complain or whine for some other job. He only asked when he started and how to get there. You bought him a secondhand bicycle and he was off to work, five to six days a week. Sometimes you would drop him off with your car if was too rainy. Occasionally, when he had to stay late for a large order, the delivery guy would drive Jungkook and his bike back home.

That's how it was here, in the world of everyone else, minus the rich.

The fuck is all this?

Manager gave me a bunch of leftovers. She said I'm a fast learner. Did you know Taehyung stops by there? He's never said shit! He said it was his little secret, that ass–

You smiled as you remembered Jungkook's animated face and annoyance at his best friend for not sharing what he thought was crucial information. Jungkook would speak excitedly, hauling a bag of buns and spilling them over your clean kitchen counter, scrambling to catch them as he explained the different ones to you and how they were made, telling you all the things he was learning and funny stories about customers.

You almost forgot this Jungkook.

It was strange, feeling something after such a long time of feeling nothing, strange to find your time occupied once again by him, when at many times you vowed not to get involved with Jungkook anymore, only for him to show up and make you throw your promises to yourself to the wind, recklessly chasing the anger, wondering, hating, loathing how much you still loved him after he left, recalling him standing there, stone silent as his parents' verbal lashes ripped you to shreds.

You turned the car off, pulling the keys out and pocketing them, not wanting to the drain the battery.

Maybe.

Maybe you were stupid for loving him so much.

Maybe you were as pathetic as the woman up there in some ways.

Then again.

Maybe that was just how everyone lived.

You heard a soft tap by your car window.

You jerked your head to see Jeon Jungkook, in the flesh, peering at you through the glass, clutching his bike. You could see half of his head, short black hair and large, curious brown eyes, nose pressed up to the bottom of your car window. He was wearing his work clothes, light wash jeans and an aqua blue t-shirt, lightly dusted in flour. He pointed up and you noticed his ex-fiancé had switched back to yelling at the door, no longer facing the street.

You shooed him back and opened the car door, eyes wide.

"Why are you home?" you whispered, crouching down to speak to him.

He grabbed your hand, gasping as he gripped it. You shivered at the coldness of his fingers, but there was a warmth in between your and his frozen palms, melting each other.

"Oh, shit, your hand is so cold!"

"So is yours!"

"I was biking! My hands get cold from the wind. What's your excuse?"

You held up the empty mango sorbet container in your other hand, shifting your eyes guiltily.

"And you didn't share?!" Jungkook hissed, his windswept hair giving him a fierce appearance, dismay clear in his glistening dark brown orbs despite trying to sound angry.

You spied his other hand on his bike. There was a large, wrapped bandage on his left forearm. You ticked your chin towards it, furrowing your brows. "What happened?"

"Ack, I burned myself and manager-nim told me to go home early. I told her I could still work, but there were only a few hours left and it seemed like she wanted to be alone with Yoongi-hyung..."

You raised your eyebrows.

"What are they gonna do, bonk in the kitchen?"

"You wouldn't want to bonk me in the kitchen?"

You grinned at him and Jungkook grinned back, eyebrow piercing flashing in the sun.

"JEON JUNGKOOK!"

"Oh shit–"

You scrambled out of your car, locking it, slamming the door as the young woman wailed his name and pointed at you and him, furiously wiping her tears.

"You bitch! How dare you take him from me! He was mine! I had him wrapped around my finger!" She hiked up her skirt and swiftly power-walked to the stairs, looking back to yell more at you as Jungkook placed his bicycle down. "He would do anything for me!"

You raised your eyebrows, again.

Jungkook yanked on your t-shirt sleeve, ushering you to get on the bike with him.

"Doesn't seem like it!" you called back casually, chucking your trash at her, causing the empty ice cream container to smack her in the shoulder and roll across the sidewalk.

"You–"

You cackled and got on the bike, hooking your arms around Jungkook's shoulders and adjusting your feet as she stomped up to you two, conventionally attractive features contorted in rage.

"He was my dog!"

Your eye twitched.

"You were gonna marry a freak who was into bestiality? No wonder you left," you remarked, patting him on the chest as Jungkook burst out laughing, loud and rich, shaking his head.

"You can't do this to me, Jungkook! You can't leave me with that other guy!"

You felt it.

Pause.

You felt Jungkook stiffen under your hands and you turned yourself, hearing the helpless plea in her voice now, throwing herself to the ground, designer knees in common dirt, anguish on her face, tears streaming down her made-up cheeks, sniffling hard, and, with your breath lodged in your throat, you realized she was restraining her pained sobs, so trained in maintaining appearances that it seemed like she couldn’t even cry properly in front of others.

"You can't... you know how they are... I can't marry him, you saw what kind of man he is... that's the whole reason I tried to find another husband..."

There was no more anger in her voice, only fear and dread, and you didn't understand, and yet you could for some reason, for some reason you could see it as if it was tangible, the realness in her enigmatic words. Jungkook's hands tightened on the handlebars of the bicycle, his knuckles turning white, tense shoulders under your arms, and for a second, a moment, an instant...

You thought he might go back.

"You should run."

The crying woman on the ground lifted her head, hiccupping, cheeks blotchy pink, still somehow beautiful.

"W-What?"

Jungkook turned his head and looked down at her. "You should run away, like I did. Find someone who actually loves you. Getting married to me will only make both of us miserable, even if it saves you from that other guy."

She looked from you to him, and you recognized that look in her eyes, jealousy and envy, but not directed at you. It was directed at the warmth between the coldness of his hands and yours, directed at the orbits of his and yours finally overlapping, meeting in the vastness of space once more, his zero and your zero becoming one, not you, but his ability to throw everything away, his wealth, his comfort, the world he knew, all for a feeling she had yet to feel.

"What... what if I can't?" she asked weakly. "What if I can't find what you have?"

Jungkook lifted his foot off the asphalt and placed it on the pedal. He raised his head, and you found his eyes on yours for a brief moment before casting them back down to his ex-fiancé.

"Then keep running. It's better than being married to him, right?"

He began to turn the handles, about to pedal away.

She screamed after him, words choked with agony.

"Love won't solve our problems, Jungkook!"

You held on tight, chest to his back, fingers clutching in Jungkook's shirt, nose in his hair, his warmth under your cold hands.

"It won't!" he yelled over his shoulder, gaining speed with a grin. "But it sure as hell makes the problems worth shouldering!"

-

“Hey! Get back here!”

You snickered and chucked the plastic bag into the basket connected to the bicycle, jumping on quickly, pedaling away as Jungkook ran after you at top speed, breathless and laughing, his black hair flying back, aqua shirt molding to his muscular chest, long legs sprinting after you and the bike, your grinning face looking back periodically to catch his smile, going not too fast, but still fast enough so he couldn’t quite catch up. Golden hour brought out the tan on his skin and his high cheekbones, both of you tearing out of the gas station at high speed, drawing stares and shaking heads, but neither of you noticed or cared, his booming voice calling your name and you sticking your tongue out at him childishly.

“Watch out!”

You jerked aside and sped past a group of five young men with skateboards, two with shorter black hair, one with long black hair and white highlights, one with ash gray hair, and one platinum blond, all very tall, but you didn’t have time to stop and stare at the impressive height of them, turning into a side alley towards to the creek nearby, avoiding pedestrians, Jungkook following close behind until you got to your destination, grabbing the plastic bag in the basket and throwing the bike down, cackling as Jungkook snatched you from the air, his heart racing against your back as you kicked the air, him still somehow effortlessly carrying you despite sprinting so hard, panting into your hair.

“Get off!”

But instead of letting you go, Jungkook held on tighter, fierce kisses into your neck, wiping his sweat all over you and making you cringe amidst your laughter. It was already late, the sun dipping into the horizon, slowly taking its warmth with it. Water trickled meekly down the creek, barely coating the rock bottom due to the hot summer.

“Stop, stop, the ice cream is melting,” you finally gasped out, shoving Jungkook aside, wiping your neck with the back of your hand, pretending to be disgusted, but Jungkook just grinned and seized your cheeks, pressing his lips against yours.

“I love you,” he breathed.

“Ack, I love you too, fuck, get off–”

-

You two sat on the swings of the empty playground, watching the sun disappear, eating ice cream with the lids of the containers. As predicted, Jungkook got the chocolate that seemed to have everything in it but the kitchen sink. You, on the other hand, got red bean this time.

“Hey, Jungkook.”

“Hm?”

He looked up from his ice cream, shoving a large lidful into his mouth.

It was strange how beautiful he looked, even with his black hair sticking up every which way, his cheeks filled with the frozen sweet, the faint rays of sunlight catching the silver of his jewelry – eyebrow piercing, earrings, silver chain around his neck with the compass star pendant – all paired with his oversized aqua blue t-shirt and baggy jeans, still with bits of flour on his thighs from work.

“What did that man do to her?”

A darkness clouded his features even though he tried to hide it from you with a neutral expression.

“Ah… He just… Just wasn’t really the kind of guy who thought of women as people,” Jungkook finally got out, looking away from you. “You know, the kind of guy you really hate.”

“That’s you,” you joked.

“I know I can’t do anything,” Jungkook continued, ignoring your quip and you suddenly regretted it, seeing the way he lowered his hands, exhaling slowly. “I am not responsible for anyone else’s behavior but my own.”

Come crawling back to me on your knees when she reaffirms to you that I'll be the best fuck you'll ever have.

She'll never make you feel as good as I can make you feel.

Enjoy your piranha.

“I’m sorry.”

Jungkook looked up at your sudden declaration.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, coughing awkwardly. “I’m sorry for saying the things I said about her.”

He snorted, shaking his head. “Don’t be. Just because she was in a shit situation doesn’t excuse her for being a shit person.” He shoved the lid into the empty ice cream container and rubbed the back of his neck, pushing his hair back with a sigh. “Just like how it doesn’t excuse me from being a shit person for what I did to you.”

His eyes shifted away.

“You don’t have to–”

“Yeah, I do,” he muttered, cutting you off. “I’m a fucking loser.”

The streetlights began to turn on, but no one was in a place like this, two adults in a place for kids, stuck wondering what adulthood was supposed to feel like because it still felt like an endless cycle of forever learning and forever running, wandering to find out what the finish line meant.

“I wasted time you can’t get back and I will spend the rest of my life chasing the time I wasted.”

Jungkook sucked in a shuddering breath, hand falling from his hair, rueful smile on his face.

“I can only hope you can put up with me for so long.”

You blinked slowly.

He turned his head, brown eyes finding yours, those irises catching the streetlights like how his jewelry had caught the sun, proving that Jeon Jungkook was, indeed, already adorned with nature’s very own jewelry.

You scooped out the last of your red bean ice cream and ate it, looking away from him.

“Sounds like forever,” you remarked, feeling the chilled sweet cool your heated cheeks, swallowing slowly, savoring the way the cold warmed you in its own way.

“Hm?”

“Sounds like I’m stuck with you forever then,” you said, turning back to him with a smirk. “Kinda sucks.”

He smirked back, cocking an eyebrow. “Yeah. Major suck. Speaking of my dick–”

“Oh, shut up.”

But you said it with a smile and he knew you didn’t mean it.

-

“Why the fuck do you have that?”

“It’s from work. Gimmie your arm.”

“Why?”

You extended your arm, frowning, stopping under the streetlight, one hand on the bike as Jungkook held the black permanent marker with his right hand. He used two fingers to uncap it and tucked the lid neatly into his palm, spinning the marker with the adjacent two fingers to readjust it so that he could write on your arm.

“Do you wanna get a tattoo with me?”

“Of what?”

You looked down to him scribbling on your skin, his own black tattoos standing out, covering his entire right arm and up to his shoulder. You wondered if he would end up tattooing his back and maybe his other arm – but, then again, he kind of needed money to have pay for such large pieces.

“Couples tattoo.”

You looked down when he drew back, grinning, reading the word upside down.

LO♡ER

You raised an eyebrow.

“You want to get ‘lover’ tattooed?” you asked, skeptical, turning your arm this way and that, unsure if you liked the placement on your forearm, near your wrist. “You don’t have any space on your right arm anyway.”

“That’s why I would get it on my left.”

And he curved his wrist to write on the bandage on his left forearm, messily writing on top of it.

LO$ER

Now you raised both eyebrows.

“You want to get… ‘loser’ tattooed onto your body?” you snorted disbelievingly.

Jungkook grinned, recapping the black marker with one hand, tapping the dollar sign on the bandage with the marker lid. “Doesn’t it describe me? ‘Cause I had money, and now I don’t.” He pointed to the heart on your skin. “You love me. I love you. A lover with a dollar sign is a loser, right?”

Laughter and skateboards sped past, five blurs of black along the street, spinning around the parked cars, people yelling after them to stop being so reckless, but you were too busy staring at Jungkook to notice the ruckus, too busy staring at that smile and those brown orbs lit up by streetlights.

“Are you stupid?”

Jungkook’s grin widened, mole underneath clearly visible. “Yeah, kind of. Stupidly in love with you.”

You both instantly pretended to gag, trying to mask your smiles, you shoving him and him shoving back, playful and laughing like mad, falling into him, dropping the bike with a loud clang, swept up in his arms and his kiss, your hands hooking behind his neck, love you, love you, love you, not sure about this whole tattoo idea, but, hell, maybe, just maybe if he annoyed you enough about it.

-

Shit, the groceries...

Are they still good?

The green onions look kind of wilted, but so do you and you're still good... I think.

Shut up.

You didn't need him, but being without him was like being frozen in time.

Not that you had any big dreams or aspirations anyone could be envious about. It always been like that, casually cruising through life, existing for the sake of existing, no real reason needed. It just was, and there was no reason to stop, so you kept going. The path was there, so you kept walking.

But, then.

Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook made you run.

It's not washing off.

Tragic.

Easy for you to say, you wrote yours on your bandage, 'loser'.

So terrible that you have 'lover' written in you by your lover - hey, pfft, stop! Put the showerhead down!

It was truly by chance to meet him, a moment of terror and then he was there, yelling, get off her, don't fucking touch her, and you didn't understand, didn't understand why some random guy would suddenly intervene between an interaction of two strangers, how could he sense your discomfort and fear, and now he was throwing fists, brawling with not one but three guys, friends of the one who slipped his phone and his hands under your skirt, the stranger smashing the phone with venomous rage, fighting in a dress shirt, slacks, leather loafers, and expensive-looking rings, giving you a chance to escape.

A winner at life.

Not like you, you who let something happen because you froze up in that second, disbelieving that such a thing could happen to you, a nobody, a loser.

He kicked one of them in the knee, growling, a howl followed by the sharp crack during the fight.

You could turn and escape.

Or?

You heard sirens.

You grabbed your protector's flying fist and clenched into it tightly, panicking.

Run!

This was before the tattoos.

This was before the pain.

This was before the piercing.

Jeon Jungkook had whipped his head around at the foreign touch, in this mess because he had witnessed something disgusting and because he simply wanted to fight, just wanted to beat someone up, wanted to cause real pain to someone because he couldn't control his own life, wanted to fight something.

Needed to fight.

A hand around his hand.

Run!

Never once had Jungkook thought about escape.

Not until he saw that face, fear and panic and rage and determination, stunningly beautiful, hand around his hand, not letting go, pulling, sirens screaming in the distance, his legs already moving, following, running, running, running, into the sea of the unknown.

Sinking into it.

Lungs screaming, clumsily flying through alleys, on wings of adrenaline, running after the girl in the white hoodie and red plaid skirt holding his hand, falling, falling, falling, skidding across the concrete, her arms around his, her head buried into his chest, his hands around her head to protect it, hitting a dumpster with a pained wheeze.

The sirens sped past.

He was holding her and she was holding him.

It was chance.

Just chance.

His hands were scraped up, bleeding from the trip and tumble, her white hoodie dirtied and ripped from the fall, scrapes on her legs and knees.

I'm sorry...

It was ridiculous chance.

Just ridiculous.

You clung to this stranger and laughed, laughed like a maniac, laughed like you had gone mad, crying into his dirty navy dress shirt, thank you, thank you, thank you, not knowing you were holding the one who would make you run, not knowing who or how affluent he was, now knowing of how it felt to hold his hand and kiss his lips and hear his laugh, not knowing how you would introduce him to a friend who was a tattoo artist and start his interest in them, not knowing you would sit by him for long hours and watch the art grow on his skin...

Holding him, crying, thank you, thank you, thank you for saving me, leaning against a dumpster as the stranger hugged you tightly, I got you, it's okay, don't cry, don't cry, don’t cry please, rubbing your back.

Not knowing.

Not knowing he would make you zero, not knowing you would be standing there, time and time again, verbally beaten by his own parents as he looked away, unable to fight.

And you would escape.

You would run.

He would come back.

An endless cycle until you broke it.

Then he started the endless cycle again, broken as it was, his whispers to your cheeks, I love you, cheeks that were dried of tears because you were cried out and left with a mechanical heart, I love you, heart to heartless because of wasted time, I love you, time wasted but you still loved him, no matter what you did.

Did that make you pathetic?

Did that make you stupid?

Did that make you the loser?

I love you.

Why did it matter?

Even winners die.

I love you too, Jungkook.

"Get your hands off my tits."

"Why?"

You glared at him. Jungkook grinned and spun you around, hair still a little damp, kisses on your face that made you cringe as your naked bodies tumbled on the bed, him doing it on purpose, your grumble against his kisses, should have known, his smirk against your scowl, thought you knew me well by now, capturing his lips to shut him up, sinking into his arms and the ocean that was Jeon Jungkook, the one who made you want to run through the maze of life instead of aimlessly walk down the path.

His hands on your face, staring into your eyes.

You looked back, into those eyes that once had everything, but you.

And yet, he chose to lose it all and have nothing, but you.

It didn't really make sense, being in love.

You searched for regret, but there was none to be found.

"Am I forever your waste of time?" Jungkook whispered, breath drifting over your lips.

You smirked.

"Always was and always will be."

I know you said I was a waste of time. But I was your waste of time and that was all I ever wanted to be.

"Let me at least..."

"Ah, f-fuck, Jungkook!"

Your hands faltered a little, rolling the condom down while biting your lip, gasping as his two fingers plunged into you, him moaning at the wetness, thrusting slowly and deeply.

"What, you think I can't feel good with only your dick?"

"No," Jungkook snickered, pulling his slick fingers out of your pussy and bringing them to his face, cocking an eyebrow. "Just want a taste."

You rolled your eyes as he shoved his fingers into his mouth, sucking them off, eyelids fluttering.

"You're so annoying."

He grinned around his fingers, slowly pulling them out and tracing his wet lips.

You narrowed your eyes.

You don't have to take me back. I understand now, you know... I get it. Everyone... everyone will tell you you're crazy and to not to take me back.

I'm not taking you anywhere.

I... I wouldn't blame you. I promise.

Jungkook, please, shut the fuck up.

Your hands on his chest, smacking your hips down, his head thrown back on the pillows, breathless moan at your tightness, matching his sound with your own, stretching yourself out and feeling him swell even more at the pulse of your walls wrapped around him, rolling your hips into his, wet, intense smacks, his right hand flying up and wrapping around your left wrist, watching you through his lashes with effort, losing himself in your pace, no need to ask because you could see it in his face, his open mouth and glazed over eyes, fingers slipping down, curling your nails into his skin.

“P… Please…”

Raking your nails down his chest, his back arching and eyes closing, groaning in pleasure and pain, fucking him into your mattress so hard that the bedframe squealed, setting your jaw and closing your eyes too, savoring his fullness and thickness, sinking into the ocean of pleasure that was Jeon Jungkook, the one who made you feel like no one else, the one who could make and unmake your mechanical heart, funny how that worked, your nails in his skin creating crescents of lust, your eyes snapping open as you felt his chest rise, his back arching, his hands flat on the bed and thrusting his hips up into you, one eye partly open, black hair pushed back, open-mouthed smirk on his lips.

That dark brown orb partly obscured by his lashes, but revealing all to you.

You ticked your chin at him.

“Look at me.”

His eyes fully opening, pupils dilated, hazed over with lust and stubborn love.

“Nothing is more important to me than loving you,” he panted before sinking his teeth into his lower lip, mole underneath flashing, smacking his hips up into yours hard and fast, and it took no time at all, staring at his face and the way the moonlight cradled his strong jaw and toned muscle, catching the low light and bringing out the fervor in his gaze, filling you just right, pleasure blossoming from your core and yet concentrated tightly at the same time, moan of his name falling from your lips, spilling out from your lips and in between your legs, covering him with the sweet scent and harsh squeezes of orgasm, even wetter now, his eyes rolling back, cock twitching, satisfied hiss of your name spilling out with spurts of cum filling the condom, his length shivering inside you, your thighs closing in and holding him in the air so you could feel it all.

His pleasure and him.

I won’t make it to heaven. I don’t belong there.

It’s not like I belong there either, Jungkook.

Are you sure? Only an angel would take me back.

I didn’t take you back. Only your body walked away. Your heart never left me, did it?

“You sure you don’t want to get a couples tattoo with me?”

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around how your dumb ass wants to get ‘loser’ tattooed and how you think that’s romantic.”

He pressed his right forearm against your left and grinned, watching you suck in a breath as he pushed into you again, other condom already in the trash, new one on, your right leg against his chest, sandwiched between your bodies.

“But yeah, if you want, I’ll get a ‘lover’ tattoo.”

He paused, blinking rapidly. “Really?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? Why not?”

“You never wanted a tattoo before.”

Now you raised both eyebrows. “Did you ever ask me before?”

Jungkook looked down at you, hair a mess, smile blossoming on his face, somewhere between giddiness and mania, diving down and showering you with kisses, you smacking his arms and telling him, you’re bending me in half, the fuck are you doing, and he laughed, lifting both your legs now, I’ll show you bent in half, placing them between his arms, leaning down, sinking in as deep as possible, your moan and his moan mixing together.

You’re still here.

Of course, I am, this is my fucking apartment. Ugh, your black eye looks even uglier than before.

You don’t… you don’t want me to leave?

Did I say that? Uh… why are you crying?

F… Forget I said a-anything…

Hey, stop. Don’t cry. Don’t cry, Jungkook, please…

“Fuck, you feel so good, fuck…!”

Your hands in his hair, teasing grin on your face, and he was looking down at you, I love your smug smile, fuck, your fingers combing through his hair, pushing it back and away from his face, letting him see your smug smile without any obstructions, you always fuck me so well, Jungkook, the smile breaking out over his handsome features, breathing erratic and labored, hard and rough and deep, you rising your hips to meet him for every loud smack, exhales and moans blending together, tight, wet, full, your grip on his hair tightening, closer, closer, racing to the edge of the cliff and the edge of the world, Jungkook in your hands, taking him with you, or was he the one who was leading you?

“Jungkook…”

Breathless as if you were running, winded from the pleasure, tightening around him, his head lowering, your name washing over your cheeks in a hot gasp, putting more weight on you, nearly folded in half but it felt better this way, gratifying in how hard he could fuck you in this position, staring into those dark brown orbs, his body on yours, knowing he was yours, always was, always will be, and you were his, always was, always will be.

Head pressing into the pillows, moaning his name again, loud and unashamed, the overwhelming feeling taking over, muscles tense and nerves on fire, pouring it all into the pleasure, pulsing around his jerking length, his moan of your name on your skin, shooting shivering strings of cum into the condom, massaged and milked by the strength of your orgasm, locking him in your embrace and his arms closing in, lips on lips, a fierce kiss dominated by shuddering aftershocks, trembling in each other’s hold and taking the other’s breath away, blazing hot all over even though this frozen world cared about no one.

The kiss lasted a long, long time.

It fell apart slowly, leaving you both lightheaded from the intensity.

“You’re a waste of time, Jungkook,” you whispered, heated. “But you’re my time.”

The side of his lips quirked upward, sweaty, panting, chuckling.

“That’s all I ever wanted to be.”

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[newtonsheffield]

Mmmmk

Let's take some inspiration (This is all I do) from BvS

It had been a very trying week all things considered. Anthony griped as he slumped off the train, hailing a cab as he shouldered through the foot traffic on the curb outside.

He'd gone to Liverpool to settle some contracts for the expansion of a client's company, and it had been nothing short of disastrous, the entire thing had gone to absolute shit. He and Gregory had had to scramble to pull them back together. And to make matters worse, kate had messaged him nearly constantly. Not that he hated that, in fact he rather liked that his fiancée messaged him at least ten times a day. Pictures of her breakfast, of her schedule for the day, witty little remarks about things that happened, pictures of her lunatic dog curled up on his pillow in his place, pictures of her in one of his work shirts unbuttoned, her hand slipping between her thighs. He loved that she still wanted to feel close to him. But it made his chest ache.

Right to the pit of his stomach he'd missed her, ached for her, wanted her to make him feel better about her crappy days the same way she always did, with a sigh her voice soothing I'm sorry you had a hard day, honey as her fingers ran throug his hair, as she nestled his head against her chest.

"Do you always miss Kate so much, when you go away?" Gregory's voice was quiet as he stared out the window, his fingers drumming impatiently on his knee. "I just, it sounds stupid, because we were gone like five days but I really missed Lucy."

Anthony's stomach clenched a little, "Yeah, Greg. I always miss Kate."

Gregory hummed, "Would it be too much if I went and surprised Lucy, do you think? Like if I just showed up at her house?"

"You should go and surprise Lucy, Greg."

Anthony's heart was already thrumming wildly as he stepped out into the cooling evening, waving at Greg as the taxi sped off towards Lucy's.

Anthony walked carefully through the front door , already scouting around for Kate, not even Newton anywhere to be seen, dropping his bag and coat in a heap on the floor of the hall, bounding up the stairs to where he knew she'd be on a Saturday morning.

He padded down the hall, carefully, softly, not wanting to disturb her until he was ready, and as he rounded the corner to their ensuite, there she was. Fresh from her run, her hair piled on top of her head, one leg sticking out of the mountain of bubbles that always surrounded her here, the other hidden by the water as she hummed to herself happily. And Anthony burned, his hands tightening into fists, as she relaxed back into the water, against the edge of the tub. She looked so absolutely stunning here, with the morning light filtering through the small window, smiling to herself as she looked down at the bubbles around her, her engagement ring glinting in the light. And something possessive settled in his stomach. Something in his chest screaming Mine Mine Mine Mine!

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He couldn't keep the slightly cocky smirk off his face as she jolted upwards at the sound of his voice, her eyes wide.

"You're home!" She'd made to stand, to get out of the bath, and the wild creature in his chest growled fiercely.

"Stay where you are. I'll come to you." Her brow furrowed in confusion as he stalked towards her, her eyes widening in surprise as he planted his hands on the edge of the tub.

"Anthony,No!" He plonked himself in the tub, shoes and all, the warm water lapping at his legs as he grinned down at her.

"Oh, Anthony, Yes I think." He made to kneel, her legs falling open to let him nestle between them, a smile breaking over her face as water spilled over the edge of the tub.

"I missed you." She said softly as their foreheads touched, their lips barely separated and he couldn't wait anymore.

Anthony leaned down, claiming her lips, their teeth clashing, tongues tangling desperately, closing the distance that had grown in the week that he'd been gone, finally coming back together.

"You're going to flood our house." Kate said dryly, smiling up at him.

"I don't fucking care." Anthony's face hurt from smiling, his heart thrumming happily.

Her eyes glinted darkly in the soft light, heat building in the pit of his stomach. "Well take it off then, Bridgerton."

Anthony leaned back, water running off his clothing as he sat up, her legs squeezing around his waist temptingly. He peeled his sweater off, shivering a little as Kate's finger's ghosted up his stomach, tracing over the smooth muscle there, setting his skin on fire as he struggled with his jeans and shoes, hardly caring about the giggle that rose in her throat, echoing off the tiled walls.

And then her hands were pulling him closer, claiming him, marking him as hers, her teeth nipping at his neck, tongue soothing afterwards, a moan rising in her throat as their hips started grinding together. Slowly at first, quickly building to a desperate pace, hands clinging to each other, pulling her tight against his skin.

It felt almost too good, warmth all around him, the tste of her so near, the smell of her shampoo thick in the air, her voice bouncing off the tiles.

Anthony Anthony Anthony, Fuck I've missed you. Oh god, Yes, just like that- Fuck!

Heat burning in his stomach, tugging desperately at him, begging him, to follow as she shuddered against him but he couldn't stop. He sat up a little more, tugging at her slightly boneless body until her back was pressed against his front, his hands covering her on the edge of the tub, thumb smoothing over the ring he'd put there just a few months ago, his chest tight as he fought for air.

His own gasps and moans were approaching feverish, as he forced his hips to move faster, more forcefully, guided by her desperate noises her hand reaching around, tugging his lips to hers, his own voice wrenched from his chest

Yes Kate, You feel so good babe, so perfect, Fucking look at you, look at us.

He could see them in the mirror over the basin, her mouth falling open, her eyes fixed on his in the mirror his muscles flexing around her as the water spilled over the edge, pooling on the floor like waves crashing on the sure.

"One more time, Kate. Now."

Her sharp cry ripped through her, shuddering against him as she slumped against the cool metal of the tub, Anthony falling finally soon after.

Kate turned around, a little gingerly, cradling him between her legs again, tugging his head to rest on her chest.

"I'm not fucking cleaning that up."

And for once, Anthony didn't care at all.

[worminstuff]

Hi!! If you write for technoblade I’d LOVE some fluff?! maybe cuddling while he’s filming/editing? or just him being so happy he’s found someone who he has such a good connection with😭 thank you sm in advance

I've been meaning to get around to some techno stuff! I cant believe its taken me this long actually

Technoblade x reader

techno edits all the time, its half of his job after all. You've kept him company while hes edited plenty of times, why is this time so different? 

^^^^^

It was around 8pm, and you had woken up about an hour ago. Which explained relatively well why you were adorning a chic green crewneck, with some old stains of sorts, some plaid boxers, and a pair of socks to many sizes to big.

“Hey can you grab me water while you're- Is that my sweater? I forgot I had that where did you get that?” You were stood in the doorway with your hands by your side covered by the sleeves of the sweater, staring at him. He blinked at you, waiting for an answer to his question.

“No...Its uh...Mine?” You did not want to tell him how you were to lazy to wash all of your dirty clothes so, as anyone would, you dug through your boyfriends closet.

“That's just not true, “ He shook his head chuckling. he turned his chair slightly so he was fully facing you, “You could've asked you know” He held his hand out so you made your way towards him. When he noticed the drag in your feet he realized you'd gone so far to steal his socks. 

“Yeah but I didn't.” You replied, still only staring at him.

“Well obviously..” He gestured up and down at your outfit.

Once you were in front of him holding, not his full hand, but his pinky, he looked up at you contently. He knew you didn't mean to distract him, but how could he not get distracted when you were wearing only his clothes. 

He wasn't generally one for, well for a lack of better words, feelings. He was usually a very sarcastic and monochromatic type dude. But with you rolling around his little apartment reeking chaotic havoc everywhere how could he not smile constantly? You made him feel like he was breaking character all the time. He couldn't tell you that though it would fill up your ego to much.

“Are you editing?” You curiously looked over his shoulder at his computer screen trying to decipher whatever was currently on it.

“Trying. A bit hard with you here though.” He tried to keep his grin at bay,

“Can I sit with you?” He shook his head, laughing a bit.

“Did you not process what I said y/n?” 

“No I did I just wanna sit with you.” You were now holding his pinky and ring finger in both your hands, twiddling with them while you spoke. His heart just about melted ay the way you had said that, looking all sleepy and cozy in his cloths.

He nodded at you caving at how cute you were acting. Pulling the spare chair he had up beside him, you climbed into the chair, choosing to sit with your legs up and crossed. He situated himself back facing his computer and you snuggled in beside him, your head resting just below his shoulder on his arm.

You watched as he edited a stream highlights video. It wasn't really entertaining or exciting but it was calming and peaceful. He found it a bit less calming though. Don't get him wrong, he loved sitting with you liked this! It was one of his favorite things! Watching you be so calm and not your chaotic self, but he was always worried about moving his arm to much or coughing or sneezing or doing anything to disturb your comfy state.

He didn't want to poke the beast in other words.

Because just as he feared, a little while after he accidentally bumped your head up a bit with his arm you were starting to stir. Needing to move a bit.

“Kinda hungry.” you mumbled.

“Yeah?” He stopped what he was doing to look at you.

“Can we make cannoli's?” You looked up at him with the biggest doe eyes, glazed over by some left over sleepy haze.

Techno stared down at you, instantly visualizing you trying to think of some weird recipe for batter, trying to fry it and then evidentially burning yourself.

“You'd have to fry the batter and you'll burn yourself.” He shook his head.

“How bout mac and cheese?” You tilted your head smiling hopefully,

“But then its just me making it, you don't like boiling water.” He kept his hard stare as he shook his head again.

You had to hand it to him, he knew you pretty well it seemed. He did too! He knew for a fact, you hated doing anything with boiling water cause it freaked you out, and he knew you were defiantly no better with hot oil. He was pretty sure he knew everything there was to know. That would explain why there were so many things abut you he loved.

“How about I postmates some chicken nuggets and French fries?” This was full proof. He knew you couldn't turn this down, and by the way your eyes lit up and the grin on your face he figured he was right again. As always. I mean, he's Technoblade, he’s always right.

^^^^^^

:DD this was v fun to write and i will 100% be doing more techno in the future most likely with in game stuff:) -bg

[wizkiddx]

Congratulations on 500 followers!! Could you do nr 2 with Tom please <3

thankyou <33 im very in my feels abt friends to lover atm, so ik this is a completely unoriginal concept but here we are

warning: nothing much- maybe homesickness? (+ the fact tom has poor choice in popcorn )

^^^ sorry I couldn't not put this on here and I will reuse it lots n lots

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“Right I got two options annnnddddd there is only one correct answer.” Tom hummed up at you, pulling his tired gaze away from the phone screen and up towards the kitchen where you were standing triumphantly - having just raided his cupboards. From behind your back you whipped out a bag of popcorn in each hand.

“Sweet…. or salty?” Sighing with a small chuckle Tom shook his head at your playfulness. He didn’t know how you did it but you always always made his smile.

“I’m not a psychopath…” You huffed in relief, already turning around to throw the salty back in the cupboard where it belonged. “So salty of course.”

You were trapped in a house with an absolute psychopath.

You scowled at him, for having such poor taste, expecting some sort of argument to start. That wasn’t the case though, instead he just stared at you expectantly.

He must really really be unhappy.

You’d sensed it on set that morning - it wasn’t hard to miss. Not when it was your best friend, who for the past two months you’d been spending at least 6 hours a day with whilst shooting. Even when you were supposed to have a day off, when Tom had some solo shots or vice versa, you’d still come to keep the other company. It didn’t make sense but you both just sort of liked it that way.

This wasn’t your first rodeo working together either. Your first joint project had been almost four years ago, when both of you were barely adults, still figuring everything out. Ever since it had been bumping into each other every so often, always with an easy and effortless relationship.

Your current director had noted your chemistry at an awards show (the man never switched off) and decided in that moment he HAD to cast you together for a project. And a year later, here you both were, shooting in Australia for what was set to be a record breaking new release.

And it had been going great - better than great even. But as soon as Tom had shown up to makeup this morning, you’d known something was up. It was fair to assume it was something from home, maybe even just a bit of homesickness, or perhaps something more severe. Either way, the situation was probably exacerbated by the fact he didn’t have his brother or bestfriend or manager or normal syltist with him right now. Tom was pretty renowned within the industry for always having a massive entourage - which was normally made up with his family and friends. This time though he was going it solo.

Today had been long and you’d had to do press at stupid oclock in the morning last night for your current release - which meant your plan had always been to leave promptly and collapse into bed as soon as physically possible.

But Tom needed your company. So you hadn’t. Instead, you’d somewhat subtly invited yourself to his rented house for a movie night - blaming it on your director wanting you both to study the relationship dynamics in ‘out of sight’ (a J Lo and Clooney romance movie).

“You think you know a person and then they loose all your respect… just like that.” You sigh jokingly, gesturing to the bag of ‘foul’ popcorn your costar seemed to like.

“Well we’ve come to a crossroads.”

“It’s been nice knowing you but this…” you scoffed and dramatically rolled your eyes “… I see no way out.”

“Isn’t it better if we have a bag each? Then I might manage to actually get some before you scoff them all.”

You yelped in protest, though really you were just grateful he was still up for a bit of a laugh. He had been much less jokey the whole day, though was seeming to warm up a bit.

Once you had poured the two bags of popcorn into two separate bowels and prepared the film on TV; you plopped yourself onto Tom’s sofa, so your back was against the corner and your feet were over his lap (it wasn’t weird, just normal for the two of you). Instinctively, Tom lightly grabbed your ankles, repositioning you on his thigh slightly before leaning across the pull the blanket over the both of you. Whilst he smoothed out the crinkles in the fluffy navy fabric you took the opportunity to poke your toe into his side - garnering his attention.

“I take it you don’t wanna talk about it?” After he froze, Tom then nodded jerkily. “But if you change your mind, you know I’m here right?” His demeanour changed at your second statement as his body literally sagged into the cushions, with a grateful if small smile.

He respond by mouthing an ‘I know’ and that was enough for you. Shuffling down the side a bit you pressed play, settling in for the evening. Tom still had a hand resting on your ankles, occasionally rubbing his thumb up and down the bony bit.

Honestly you didn’t really see what your director was going on about when he raved about their on screen chemistry and it seemed that neither did Tom. It wasn’t a scathing commentary that gave it away, instead it was his silence. Which you quickly realised was the he had drifted off, his head lolling a little so he was facing you, palms now completely lax on your legs. It was whilst you were just taking in the sight before you, that a buzzing cut through the otherwise soft noise from the TV - which you had turned down for Tom’s sake.

It wasn’t your phone but you instinctively still reached for it from the coffee table and seeing that the name just read “Harry H” you thought it’d be fine to answer.

“Harry?” You whispered into the receiver, slightly cupping your hand round your mouth just to make sure you weren’t too loud for Tom.

“Hello?”

“Harry it’s me”

“Who?” You’d met Harry countless times, though given the fact Tom had been alone all shoot - you shouldn’t of expected the kid to be able to recognise your voice.

“Oh sorry Y/n um Y/n L/n”

“Oh no my fault sorry Y/n. How are you?” The conversation was jilted, you could practically feel the awkward energy radiating all the way from the otherside of the world.

“I’m alright thanks, how about you.”

“Yeh not bad I uhm… I - is my brother there?” Oooh. How to answer that question.

“Um sort of, we er… we were having a movie night and he’s fallen asleep. It’s why I’m whispering like a weirdo.” Harry laughed at that and you continued. “Is everything okay? You need me to wake him?”

“No no, mum just said he was having a rough time so was going to cheer him up with my exquisite sense of humour but if you’ve bored him to death then no need.”

“What can I say I’m just talented. Anyway I should be heading back to mine anyway so um I’ll let you go?”

“Oh yeh no worries, and uhm thanks-um thanks for keeping an eye on him.”

“Someone has to” You chuckled softly back, before bidding a final farewell to Harry.

Having hung up the phone, you leaned over to gently place it back on the coffee table but making a mental note to put it on charge before you left. Your next job was to manoeuvre your legs away from him without disturbing him but before you could even start planning the movement, you noticed his weary eyes blinked over at you. Freezing, your mouth made a little ‘o’ shape as you winced at yourself for disrupting his peace - today really wasn’t the day for that. There was a silence as Tom swallowed thickly, attempting to shake off the heavy lull of rest before he spoke. “Will you stay with me… please.”

Undoubtedly, your body didn’t play it as cool as you wanted it to. Thinking you’d heard him wrong, your chin protruded forward and his eyes widened. “ Sorry not like-not like that just um-just on the sofa… theres-theres spare blankets and I can-“

“-course T, no worries…Oh and um your brother just phoned if you-“

“I know.” He spoke softly and with a nod, but didn’t move at all, apparently no interest in calling his brother back.

With a stammered nod, you stood up, finally removing your legs from his touch in order to nip to the loo. You splashed your face with water, ate some toothpaste ( better than not brushing your teeth at all) before going to collect Tom’s quilt off his bed. By the time you re-entered the living room, Tom hadn’t appeared to have moved at all. The hood of his purple jumped was still up, the blanket still only half covering him, the excess lying cold were you had been sitting. He laughed lightly at you trying to wrangle with the king size duvet and get it in without tripping over yourself or knocking anything over.

“You sure you don’t mind? I’m just being stupid and-“

“Honestly I’m too tired to walk back to mine so this is perfect.”

“You live across the road.”

“Thats like 50 steps too far.” You deadpanned back, as he raised his eyebrows and locked you direct eye contact - which you very stubbornly returned.

The both of you sat like that for a minute, Tom eventually gave up with a sigh as he motioned for you to lie back.

There wasn’t an issue at all with space. A listers rental homes were never lacking in space - the grey sofa was a U shape, with ample space for the both of you to lie down. Each of you took a respective corner, your legs meeting in the middle and gently brushing against each others.

“Thanks for babysitting me today by the way.”

“I wasn-“ You were about to deny it, except one look and Tom saw straight through you.

“Thankyou Y/n/n” Seeing there was no way out of receiving his thanks, you instead opted to just shut him up. Nudging his leg with yours and leaving it touching you murmured you last words of the evening - eyes already closed.

“Fuck off Holland, ‘m tryna sleep.”

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